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I headed towards the gun store. I got like, what, $231.78? I could a afford a M9 .50 Barret at the very least... not bad actually. I busted through the door. "Fuck, man, I ain't paying for the glass replacement again." "Shit, sorry, I just need an M9." Nicholas was my only accomplice. The Gun Guy. The Asshole. Yet, he comes in handy when robbing banks. He took the handgun out. "$250." "$250?!" "I'll pay the rest." We exchanged his gun and my money. I gently guided the door open to let me out. "Bye, you dick!" Nick said as I left his strip club of an outhouse. I'm broke now. I fucking need some bread - and FAST. I put the gun in my holster. I have a ski mask. Great. I grabbed it from my pocket and put it over my blonde hair. Some fucking pharmacy or convenience store. I was looking around. Rite Aid, bingo. I have no damn idea why they're open after hours, but I'm robbing them. I put my hand on my pistol, just in case. I barged through the doors. "HANDS UP,(HANDS DOWN, lol i had to xD) THIS IS A HOLD UP!!" I pointed my shit at the lady behind behind the register. "Listen," -I glanced at her nametag- "Kayla, I don't want to, but I WILL blow yours and EVERYBODY'S brains against the wall if you don't fucking give me ALL the money in the register." She complied, and fast. I like that. "Here, now, leave!" I just shot her hand. She shrieked in pain. "Here's an idea : Don't tell me what to do." I warned her as I made my great escape.
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