Twas a cold wintry evening in Natwest land. All the occupants of the busy city were scurrying around the streets as a snow shower rained down on them. Granny Natwest was particularly busy, as she was desperately trying to find a branch of Natwest that was open at such an ungodly hour - 4 p.m. She approaches the welcoming doors of her favourite bank when suddenly the double doors fly open to reveal a throng of merry party-goers drinking and dancing. No cashiers in here she thinks, and wanders off to look harder. She peers through the windows of another "bank" to receive mocking laughter and ...
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