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a small bank

A small bank When I visit my bank, which is a small rural one the bank lady who warns me not to overspend and my wife meets I go for a coffee across  the road, they are both from Congo and have a lot to talk about The business in the bank is done, forenoon  the prize of pig feed and grain harvest, and so on When I am alone, I like to come early and enjoy the concerned people with no dramatic political meaning other than survival the real people's experience  that contextualized not democratic  that those who invest in  the future, should it arrive, be the beneficiary   that income should be distributed according to input, it is not about equity  At the same time, my fellow investors do send money to help Gaza because they read the local  newspaper that is biased toward Israel My mother thought a Jew was someone in a fur hat selling stuff from his cart.

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