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Sunday, 25 June 2017
Heist
They screeched to a halt outside the bank, masks on and shotguns in hand.
Something wasn't right. It was too quiet.
They got out of the car and ran to the door. It was locked.
Half day closing.
They would try again tomorrow.
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