<p>Sigh...</p>
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<p>Earlier this year, I had a crush on one of my bank customers named Joe. Well, he insisted on being called Joey, which was weird.</p>
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<p>Anyway, he hung out at the Laughing Goat. I think his brain had been fried by drugs and he had that grizzled mountain-man vibe going on. But he had the sweetest personality.</p>
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<p>If you go to the Laughing Goat, say hi to Joey in the cowboy hat, from some former bank teller chick.</p>