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Poor Frank

Frank Geller was a bank teller. There was nothing in the world he hated more than being a bank teller. There were many reasons for this, not the least (nor greatest) of which was that both of his friends called him "Frank Geller the bank teller". Frank wants to be a concert musician, but he is not very good at playing any musical instruments. Frank will probably go out and buy himself a goldfish tomorrow after work.
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