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"I grew up on the grassland where my parents raised us while they herd yaks. When I was a kid, me and my brothers would pick up fallen yak wools and sell them for some snacks. At that age, I often wonder to myself what else could be made from these yak wools?”
“I’ve always wanted to be a schoolteacher growing up. I’ve never thought that I would become the manager of a workshop. When the Aunties have been working nonstop with sore backs and stiff arms, I would bring out the football so that they can move around and exercise. They also get tired easily and sleepy sometimes during work, so I would tell them a joke, or simply let out a loud sound to keep them awake and entertained. When that happens, they would chuckle and say to me, ‘thank you, thank you!’”
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