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The Rainbow Girl
Rochel (Grunewald) Samet
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The rink was a study in contrasts: dark figures against white ice. Rachelli flexed cold fingers; she should’ve kept her gloves on. “But with gloves, I wouldn’t be able to draw,” she remarked to her best friend Etty, who’d stepped off the rink to grab a drink. “Don’t you just love the action going on
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The rink was a study in contrasts: dark figures against white ice. Rachelli flexed cold fingers; she should’ve kept her gloves on. “But with gloves, I wouldn’t be able to draw,” she remarked to her best friend Etty, who’d stepped off the rink to grab a drink. “Don’t you just love the action going on
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Morah Hertz’s eyes narrowed even more, until she was practically squinting. “So, chutzpah as well?” she said softly, but in a voice icy as the rink itself

By Rochel (Grunewald) Samet