Week 4: Abominal Alan By Marc

Cops don’t lie .                                                                                                                                   Usually.                                                                                                                                                 I get away.                                                                                                                                         Usually.                                                                                                                                                I get the money I want.                                                                                                                Always. 

The useless cops, I thought. They were going on strike and they somehow tricked me to go to Best Bank. I called my partner, Vast Vicson, and said lets take the wretched, old car to rob Best Bank. We got out of the dreary, abandoned house. We slithered through the long grass behind the bank. We stole the money and suddenly saw the cops. We ran like we were about to get killed by a demon. We jumped into the wretched car and the cops were on us when it just wouldn’t take off.

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