A letter to the discounted,
Growing up there was a bank robbery on Queen Street in Auckland, New Zealand.
A muscle bound thug in a balaclava burst into a busy midday bank shouting loudly, brandishing a pistol.
People scattered, shrieking, hiding under tables, weeping and crying.
It’s a terrifying thing. I’ve been in an armed holdup in a restaurant before, t…
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