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TREASURE
TREASURE
Find the X on a map tattooed onto the skin of a dead man, it’s buried gold.
Do anything to get it, kill, burn, destroy to find your treasure. Watch out,
our pals will want it but I won’t let them, I can feel it in my bones.
It’s on the next island according to the map.
Now we arrive, it’s time to start digging.
Suddenly I’ve found it! Gold, rubies, e...
Tuesday 18th September 2012 6:08 pm
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