I grabbed a bag stuffed to the brim with cash.I cannot believe that I am doing this.
Who in their right mind steals from the mafia? I was betraying them when they had taken me off of the streets.
Running; Shots being fired around me. I stopped now I would be a dead man.
I throw a fogger and run into a room on my right. I can’t fail now.
I move the couch and open a door. I jump down. I do my best to slide the floorboards and couch back.
There's a box with fake IDs, passport and a plane ticket to another country.
Just have to make it out alive.I run, hoping that they don't find me.
I get to a break. I take a quick look behind me. No one was following.
I throw the bag over the fence and climb over.
I race to the boat I had docked the night before.
I held my breath until I reached the other side. I flagged a cab to the airport. Up in the air I think, "I really made it."
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Chantal Michalski
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