He empties his hands to the cashier as she releases the change in the cash register
He stares down ever cent that clinges to the slot.
As each cent hits her voice rings the amout released, "one, two, three....seventy-two..."
knowing he was short on so much, he pulls out his gun.
The fear in her eyes screamed at him as his hands begin to tremble.
This isn't want he wanted, had never paid exact change, and he only knew what his father had taught him.
Her lips begin to tremble as tears strolled down her rosy cheeks.
His heart began to sick when he stared at her more.
He drops the gun, and embraces her.
He couldn't do what he grew up to be.
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