The Day an Idiot Robbed Wal-Mart
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Last published Wed, Apr 8, 2015
How did I meet Cameron? (A.K.A. Cat Boy)
It started like this. I was minding my own business, searching for the mint shampoo I loved so much.
That's when it happened. Some idiot decided it would be fun to rob Wal-Mart, sending Wal-Mart into red alert, something they weren't quite prepared for, and also leaving all of us innocent customers trapped inside.
This should get interesting.
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