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Posted byAnonymous June 11, 2025June 11, 2025

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Bаnk Bаlаnce Sheet Assets  Liabilities  Reserves   ? Depоsits  - 4000 Lоans           ?  Tоtal                        4000 The  above  balance sheet shows a bank with $4,000 of deposits and a reserve requirement of 10% .  The value of the bank's reserves will be (reserves) and the value of the bank's loans will be (loans) 

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See yourself staring into the voice of his eyes.  “I’m here, I’m here,” Remember whispering, as his teeth bore into your skin.       When I started exchanging emails with Don, he was sixty-nine, divorced, and staying at the Desert Rose RV Park near the warehouse in Fernley.  His wife had gotten to keep the house.  The 2008 market crash had vaporized his savings.  He had been forced to sell the Mini Cooper.      Don was living with Rizzo, a fifteen-pound Jack Russell terrier, in a 1990 Airstream he called “Ellie”—a reference to its model number, 300 LE—with a plastic hula girl on the dashboard and race car posters propped against the drawn blinds.  In his old life, he’d spent about $100,000 a year.  In the new one, he’d learned to get by on as little as $75 a week.           Neither of them said a word, but before the orchards gave way back to the houses, the foreman cleared his throat and spoke:  I think it’s the first time I ever had two women come out alone like that, but I was raised to think that anybody can do anything and you don’t ask questions just because something isn’t normal.  Even just  little bit of work is better than none at all and I kept thinking about the story she told me, that you two were sisters and that your husbands had gotten thrown over the border. You can tell a lot by a wife who wants to work as hard as her husband, you know what I mean?  I wasn’t sure you could finish two rows just the both of you, but you kept coming and coming with those sacks and that’s how I knew you had kids to feed.       For most of our guests, it was the first American Thanksgiving they’d          experienced, and somehow it became my job to explain what was going on.          in a Chinese family, the youngest child  is responsible for keeping everyone’s          teacup full:  The younger generation is supposed to tend to the older, to make          sure they’re comfortable and have all that they need.  So perhaps I became          the explainer as a natural extension of this role—the little caretaker of the          table.  But’s it’s also possible that my mother gave me the job because even at          that age, I loved to tell stories.        Do not misjudge me.  I am not a cold man.  I drew my wife closer as she grew quieter, but it was a conscious decision, and even saying that, I have to work hard to remember the moment, and the memory that I have is more like a thought than a memory of my senses.  And it’s not as if the itching on my heel, the buzz of the clock, are any more vivid.  I have to work extremely hard to reconstruct this very recent night so that I can even tell you with assurance that there was a clock in the room or that there was a foot at the end of my leg.         I take a sip of water.  We’ve been over this before.  There’s no point in setting the record straight for the millionth time about my childhood, the school bullying.  The worst part was how my mother used to encourage me to lie to her, to pretend how great things were.  She would phrase her questions like “You’re popular at school, right?” or “You have a lot of friends, right?,” priming me to answer the way she wanted.  She couldn’t not have known that I was lying, but she wanted to bathe in the lies.  She needed to believe that I was thriving in the U.S., that my happiness came at the cost of hers, rather than acknowledge the fact that we were both miserable in the this country together.             And always, a thrumming underchord, a hovering, hopeful note: Things had been bad, but they would get better.  Our dad had lost his home, but He would make another one.  People suffered everywhere, but life would improve.       I refuse to let go that hope.       Because men with hard faces do violent things, because fanaticism seizes and shrinks minds, is no reason for the rest of us to abandon our songs.      Maybe we need to sing them louder.                   Part 2.  Essay. 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