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As I was looking for some doe,
I came across five bucks. They were the hardest working deer who drove old pickup trucks. They needed lots of money quick and went from place to place. They sought a vacant bakery to rent a little space. They soon began to knead some dough and made a little bread. Their bank accounts were full of cash, no longer in the red. They're famous now and filthy rich and own new pickup trucks. You might see them in Hollywood; they've all become star bucks.
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