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Bearded Corsican
Dies rich old Corsican. Family gathered, waiting for the old man who will declare an heir. The good old Corsican tradition to inherit all the laziest. Dying in a weak voice:
- Dominic, my son, come to me. Dominique suitable.
- Son, imagine that you sit and see how the wind blows in a bill of 500 francs. What will you do?
- Do not budge, Dad. Why do I get tired once again?
- Golden words, my boy. Go. Paolo, come. Suitable Paolo.
- Paolo, passionate beauty pulls arms to you. What will you do?
- Do not move. Why strain once again?
- Perfect answer, son. Go. Antonio, come.
- Sam Come.
- Dominic, my son, come to me. Dominique suitable.
- Son, imagine that you sit and see how the wind blows in a bill of 500 francs. What will you do?
- Do not budge, Dad. Why do I get tired once again?
- Golden words, my boy. Go. Paolo, come. Suitable Paolo.
- Paolo, passionate beauty pulls arms to you. What will you do?
- Do not move. Why strain once again?
- Perfect answer, son. Go. Antonio, come.
- Sam Come.
