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	<title>Comments on: A Lincoln for Your Thoughts</title>
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		<title>By: Amanda</title>
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		<description>So, I worked at the bank (or hell as I like to refer to it) when we first moved to Sewanee and dude.....dude, money is the nastiest thing ever.  I&#039;m talking nastier then my other job of being a maid at a resort.  I would have to count pennies that had been in buckets with dead rats (I kid you not) and once, and only once, a man gave me his money and it had a booger on it. A booger!  I had hand sanitizer at my &quot;work station&quot; and would wash my hands like I had OCD but I still felt nasty.  This is what prompted me to let Wil know that if I did not find another job and soon, I would be moving back to Asheville without him.  Luckily, I found a much much much better job and I can be oblivious about the money that&#039;s in my wallet.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So, I worked at the bank (or hell as I like to refer to it) when we first moved to Sewanee and dude&#8230;..dude, money is the nastiest thing ever.  I&#8217;m talking nastier then my other job of being a maid at a resort.  I would have to count pennies that had been in buckets with dead rats (I kid you not) and once, and only once, a man gave me his money and it had a booger on it. A booger!  I had hand sanitizer at my &#8220;work station&#8221; and would wash my hands like I had OCD but I still felt nasty.  This is what prompted me to let Wil know that if I did not find another job and soon, I would be moving back to Asheville without him.  Luckily, I found a much much much better job and I can be oblivious about the money that&#8217;s in my wallet.</p>
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