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Showtime, Now or Never, The Great Bank Robbery

He was a young man, he said for two thousand he would drive the getaway car. He was blonde, didn’t talk much, mumbled when he did, a brooder. He’d work out fine and keep his trap shut I was sure of that.

We drove to St. Loius, to the bank I’d researched and decided was the perfect place to rob, in broad day light.

I had my diguise, a grey wig, granny glasses, a walker, a flowered housedress, my own Momma wouldn’t have recognized me.

“Pull up to the curb Johnny, keep the motor running ya hear?,” I said to my accomplise.

“Meh”, he mumbled.

I slowly got out of the passenger side of his Mazda, got the walker form the backseat and proceeded to the bank, stoop shouldered and smileless.

Now or never, it was showtime!

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