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“I don’t think we should be here,” whispered Dan to his friend Zack, as they stood in the park in the middle of the night, “we saw a text message on an abandoned phone, not a treasure map, and I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“Relax, there’s nothing too suspicious about being out late, we’re just looking to see if the message was real and if the money might be here,” and as he said this, Zack pointed at a leather briefcase next to a park bench with his finger and whispered, “X marks the spot, buddy.”
They both jumped as a third voice spoke into the darkness, “Yes, but sometimes X also marks those who are dead.”