It was cold enough to wear his favourite cardigan.
He always felt good when he wore it. It was as if it somehow improved his life, like it was magic in some way.
Later in the bank there was an incident.
A man in a ski mask burst in waving a gun around, demanding his bag be stuffed full of non-sequential, high denomination notes.
Was someone going to be a hero?
No.
He raced out of the bank with the bag full of cash, got in his car and removed his ski mask.
The cardigan still felt good.
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