I am my own password
“Give me two minutes,” I told my friend as I got out of the car. “I just need to use the bank machine.” More than five minutes later, I got back in and sat stunned in the passenger seat. “I don’t believe this,” I said. “I can’t remember my PIN number.”
I still don’t know exactly what happened, but when I stood in front of that keypad, except that for the first time in I don’t know how long I actually stopped to think about what I was doing.
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