breathe slowly and calmly.
this is not a robbery.
do not put any money into a bag. ponder its purpose.
think about what did not happen here today.
meditate now on the lost potential of this moment.
Give me money
or I will blow up a school.
I guess you could say that it all began in the summer of 1988, when I was staying on extended vacation with my Great Aunt Beatrice in her cabin in the Ozarks....
This is not a robbery.
Put all my money in this bag.
I am closing my account
and I do not feel like talking today.
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