Subject: Bill Gates - Pill raises your IQ-over 172

From: "Patricia Wood" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2018 09:29:15 -0500

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Rory Gates (son of Bill Gates) is officially the smartest living person alive

Monday morning, he took the Mensa test and recieve the highest score ever, surpassing his own father, Elon Musk, and Mark Zuckerberg. 

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