Prompts = Mastermind, Blunder, Jeans
The uniform of a well-coifed conman targeting a bank need not be suit and tie. I know it well.
My first time, I figured I’d need to wear the perfect suit, well-shone shoes, a Rolex. As I know now, I was no mastermind then.
My plans went awry when I spilled my mocha on myself. A massive blunder on my part to indulge my java cravings.
Still having time before my appointment, I changed into a sport jacket and jeans; I could pretend I was so rich I didn’t need to dress the part.
It worked brilliantly.
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