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In honour of the Toronto Worldwide Short Film Festival, a very short fan-fic:
The last word to pass Charles Foster Kane's lips was a much-investigated riddle.
No one, even by his bedside, could have heard the last words to cross his mind:
"Damn it, mama -- that was a girl's sled, wasn't it?!"
The End
The last word to pass Charles Foster Kane's lips was a much-investigated riddle.
No one, even by his bedside, could have heard the last words to cross his mind:
"Damn it, mama -- that was a girl's sled, wasn't it?!"
The End
