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A man walks into a bank with a bulky bag. He grabs a deposit slip, jots down the details, and picks a number on the queing machine. He then sits heavily on the chairs, holding the bag tightly in his two hands. His eyes would occassionally wonder around the hall, but mostly, they are fixed on the bag on his laps."Ding dong~~! Number 199, please proceed to counter #2." Automated voice of a me....
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