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“Naomi. Can you just tell me what happened at that park? You’re scaring me”

For the past few days, he’d been waiting for a sign, an omen, a smoke signal — anything at all — to show him what his next step should be

Her blonde hair is cut short and kind of jagged, and she’s wearing a graphic tee with sleeves just grazing the elbows, a short black skirt, and black leggings.

“Being a part of my family is a lot,” he said slowly. “Now that Baruch is free of that… What can I say? I’m jealous of him.”

“Why do we have to go to a barbecue at the Abrams to wear ‘normal’ clothing? Don’t you just want to be normal all the time?”

“Two days?” I say. “You lasted two days? Listen, if it was a good secret, I’d get it. But I told you I was kidding”