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"Ah i see."Lucre said," So when do we set out?"
Lucre had been entertaining himself while Aristotle talked by watching the old mans hair jiggle the same time as his wrinkles.
"I just want to get the book and get out, imagine how much it would be worth when i sell it!" Lucre continued, Lucre was obviously no good at dealing with people who were not like him: light hearted and happy all the time. Or drunk.
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