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Breit had stopped walking to face Dovi. “Actually, you didn’t choose this, you were born into it. I married into this though, so I did this to myself”
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It’s a simchah, it’s a baby, a son for him and Batya. So what if the word son rips his heart clean in two, so what if his insides wrench from the pain of it
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Miri answered as succinctly as possible. She was here to uncover a fraudster, not examine her innermost self
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"Yidden are givers, Yidden are generous, just speak to their hearts and they’ll open their pockets. Why doesn’t Motti realize that?”
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This was an emergency. My mind raced. It could be nothing. It could be something. It could be congenital or genetic. Or then again, it could be nothing
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She couldn’t have imagined how successful her channel would become, and that frightened her more than she would admit
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For one second, an avalanche of questions: What would Ahrele do? Where would he go? Could he ever go back to the way things were? And from there?
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So now I’m the poor friend receiving her tzedakah, when just a year ago I was the one helping her?
