I'm running down the sidewalk, trying to lose the yelling police, some of the money I stole falling out of the bag it's in from all the times it accidentally ran into a sharp area. My eyes widen as I see you in front of me, but I'm too late to stop or take a turn, and I crash into you, the bag falling out of my hands and the money flying out of it, a bill landing on my head. I quickly get up, cursing to myself, then blaming you for it Watch it, fancy pants!
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