In Tingri county six out of the nine state-run enterprises (including collectives, which are quasi state enterprises) were without a bookkeeper. The county's truck team had not even kept accounts for the past few years.
Now… what y'all wanna do? / Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers?
Sunning himself on the board steps, I saw for the first time Mr. Farquhar Fenelon Cooke. He was dressed out in broad gaiters and bright tweeds, like an English tourist, and his face might have belonged to Dagon, idol of the Philistines.
“Aunt Sissy!” a young voice screeched, then Sissy was besieged by five kids who looked barely a year apart. What his mom would call Catholic Twins.
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