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“Wow,” the mother whispered when I held up the dress. “It’s… wow”

“And what if a man isn’t blissful? What should he do about it?” Raizele cracked another egg

Friedman — another Friedman. One out of ten gowns I sewed was for a Friedman

Bugi read aloud. “Rechov HaNeviim, rental unit for single tenant. Very well-kept…. No, that’s not for me at all”

“Why do you look so upset? You look like someone who just lost a contest, not someone who won!”

“I’ll just go on living here in this abandoned apartment, and when the city comes to demolish it, I’ll find another place”