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I walk through the door the manager walks passed turns and stares as if he has forgotten to say something but i'm on fire I hold the withdrawl thing in my right hand the tellers are all so willing to help I walk over to the teller the most nervous one use my withdrawl slip slide it across the polished counter she hands me a pen tries to smile i make my withdrawl get my money and slip the pen slowly carefully into my back pocket
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
i, bank robber
I walk through the door the manager walks passed turns and stares as if he has forgotten to say something but i'm on fire I hold the withdrawl thing in my right hand the tellers are all so willing to help I walk over to the teller the most nervous one use my withdrawl slip slide it across the polished counter she hands me a pen tries to smile i make my withdrawl get my money and slip the pen slowly carefully into my back pocket
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
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