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The ink freezes and thaws, freezes and thaws. My fingers are so stiff I can barely work the abacus. At this ra…

The ink freezes and thaws, freezes and thaws. My fingers are so stiff I can barely work the abacus. At this rate, the year-end accounts will outlast the lamp oil.

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