Inside was no surprise. The silence was the loudest noise. The greens just sits there waiting to escape and sear a hole in every person's pocket. The gem gleam is unseen in the laser beams that guard them with undaunting pristine. Bonds they are bold some are even dusty and old. Unopened boxes that takes 2 keys to reveal personal treasures no one wants to share. Documents of all to whom been there now and in from years long past. Bars of oar piled in packs every one would love to have just one of those stacks. All on top of a floor measured 3 feet thick with a door of steel just as thick. The only thing to hear is click click click early in the morn when the seal on the heavy door becomes unstuck.
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