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Bank Robber

the bank robber I, like many others, are short of cash the idea of robbing a bank at gunpoint is repellent and I hate guns. I have a better idea, in the evening when I go for a walk leaning against a bank-door in the hope they have forgotten to lock the door. There are many banks in the street where I live. To avoid attracting attention, I lean only at a door of a bank once. There must be one sloppy enough to forget to close the door, and if the safe is open, I´m home. I have two plastic bags for this purpose. Should I be lucky I will not be greedy fill the bags and go to Spain, no, only enough to pay the electricity bill gas and rent; and enough for a bottle of posh wine and change the tires of my car.

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