Doing Time

My face turns crimson as I look forebodingly down the prison hallway. My idea for the bank robbery did not end up the achievement I desired. The night guard on duty was supposed to be taking his usual midnight nap, but of course his plans changed. Now I’m going to be stuck in a square box for the next 12 years.

*** plans, achievement, nap

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