

On The Other End It was a bank. It was just ordinary. It was a place where ordinary people go. All banks look the same, just like the people who visit them. It had double glass doors set in a square brick building with an ATM on the side. Beige carpet, with an island in the middle for your deposit slips. Four tellers just waiting for you to hand over you hard earned minimum wage. A couple offices on the side with managers who try way too hard to sound like your friend, when you know theyre not. Just listening to them makes you want to punch them square in the face.On The Other End
Jimmy fit right in
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Hes never enough
Yet still he's more than I can take
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Hes never enough
Yet still he's more than I can take
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Hes never enough
Yet still he's more than I can take
~saph
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Life's what happens when you're making other plans...
Imagine. Plan. Create. [link]
~The-Houston-Club
*PoetryPlease
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No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!
.::].Emily.[::.
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