The offer
from the young guy in the mod spectacles was a windfall, Bill thought as he
walked back to his '88 Rover. That's as much as he understood - and not the
grand plans for "quinoa and kale salads" and "biodynamic paddock
to plate cuisine". On the drive back to Trangi, to paddocks without sheep,
Bill'd have a yarn to himself about that, hoping his old man would have made
the same decision about the wool store.
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