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Her Dovid has been relentlessly bullying Shmuli, and I’ve had enough of her, “Oh, Dovid doesn’t mean anything by it,” lackadaisical attitude
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“I think we should call the police,” Mr. Laufer says, and Baila’s heart sinks with heavy, unsurprised disappointment. What accusations will they level against Mikki?
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Sima bristles. You would think she was the one agitating her mother. She, who had taken the entire burden of care on her shoulders. Not that she’d had the choice
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“But what if he wants his wife to be everything?” Atara said. “I think that’s what he wants”
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I reminded myself that I had no reason to worry. Maybe things would happen at the last minute, but my mother would help me pull this off, I knew I could rely on her
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Honestly, I can’t keep track of Dalia’s wardrobe, even though she’s forever posting pictures of her new purchases on our family chat
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He didn’t want to work with this woman. But with another payment to Serenity Palms Recovery due next week, he could hardly afford to be choosy
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Through the phone, his mother’s sigh sounds like a storm wind. “I still don’t understand why you needed to do this trip over Succos, Zevi,” she says
Pendulum: Succos Supplement 5784
Decades ago, smart Jewish boys had to bang on closed doors — or slip through a narrow crack — to become “My Son the Doctor.”
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The deed was done. I had my new black flip phone, with my lobotomized iPhone sitting there next to it on the counter
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