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I’d never seen a white-faced bull before. It was castrated, and the way it looked at you out of the corner of its eyes was enough to make your hair stand…
Mo Yan
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1 picks · 2012
I’d never seen a white-faced bull before. It was castrated, and the way it looked at you out of the corner of its eyes was enough to make your hair stand…