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I see some masked dudes robbing Bank of America. Ofcourse they're idiots, so one of them dropped a pack of $50s while running from the cops.
I walk over slowly to grab the money when I see my pastor. I think he was about to pick up the money himself, but he stopped dead when he saw me.
We chatted about the upcoming "New Memebers Dinner", but neither of us moved away from that money. Then the bank manager came out of the bank, grabbed the money and went back inside.
Hell, I was back at square one. I told my pastor "bye", hopped back on the bike and headed towards....
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