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ATM
Her mind was buzzing with the number she had seen on her screen. Thirty-seven million dollars. At the bank, she punched her details into the ATM. The ATM beeped and whirred, the mechanical sounds echoing around the small vestibule. It was a slightly rundown machine, its screen scarred with the marks of a thousand previous transactions. For a moment, she held her breath.
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