Chapter Four

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Nobody really likes us except for us

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Nobody really likes us except for us

"Beth." Cassandra said to the strawberry blonde. "Hello? Are you okay in there?" She asked as the older woman stared off into space. "What's your name?" Ruby asked.
"I robbed a grocery store." Beth muttered.
"Who's Secretary of State?" Ruby asked.
"I robbed a grocery store." Beth repeated.
"Who is Secretary of State?" Cassandra asked to no-one in particular. Annie shrugged her shoulders as she counted the money. "We robbed a grocery store." Beth said.
"We totally did." Ruby laughed.
"And we actually got away with it." Beth said.
"Like some smooth criminals." Ruby laughs as she turns to look at Annie. "Uh, how much did we get?" She asked. "Please tell me we got the 30."
"Uh We got it." Annie said holding up the money.
Ruby sighed. "Thank you, God."
"We got more than the 30 grand." Annie said.
"How much more?" Beth asked as Annie dumped bags and bags full of cash onto the table.
"What in the hell?" Cassandra asked as Annie picked up more bags and dumped the money on the table.
"How is this even possible?" Ruby asked. "Count it again."
"I counted it right." Annie said.
"Count it again!" Ruby yelled.
"You said there would be 30." Beth said.
"I said 30 give or take." Annie said. "I guess it was give."
"Why does a grocery store even have this kind of money on hand?" Beth asked.
"Because it's hella shady." Ruby yelled. "I told you this was a bad idea."
"You guys are missing the point." Annie said. "We just won half a million dollars." She laughed.
"We didn't win anything." Ruby said.
"Half a mil, biatches!" Annie joked.
"We didn't win it!" Ruby yelled. "We stole it and maybe the cops don't follow up on $30,000. They damn sure follow up on half a million dollars." She explained.
"What do we do?" Cassandra asked.
"Nothing." Ruby said. "We divide it up, and we sit on it. Until we come up with a way to get rid of it quietly. Without looking like, you know..."
"Criminals." Beth muttered.
"Yeah."

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