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Postcard Story: Partnership Gone Sour

That love seat packs up nice, even though all this furniture couldn't possibly fit in my trailer. But that's what you do when you rob a bank: buy furniture. I wanted to go with the zebra stripe pattern, but Snake? He wanted to floral, like pansies or something. He's so metrosexual, wouldn't even go in for Zellers ski masks. Calvin Klein models can't rob banks. I wanted an ottoman to go with the love seat but he said that was too Fifties, then demanded we look at a marble coffee table from Bombay. "We didn't rob Fort Knox," I said, but he refused to listen. I'm worried he's going to start talking white-collar embezzlement soon.

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