WHAT'S THE
DELAY?
The hold-up was holding me up; the fire
was burning my ass. The man with the
bandanna over his mouth walked into the
bank demanding cash. No one not even
looked up - useless shit this bank-robber
was. I took out a dollar, and offered it to him.
He shot me, straight on, in the chest. I'm dead
now, yes. You probably read about the
rest.
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