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Talk. That’s all his father ever does, and he never remembers to leave some silent space to listen to anyone else’s words.
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Everyone was looking at him now. The way the menahel was saying it in that special tone of voice he used when he was trying to sound cheerful but really wasn’t, made Yoni suspect ...
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The older girl smirked. “Catch,” she said. She tossed Chaya the DVD. Chaya fumbled and blushed, but she caught it.
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When he had married Tzivi, his in-laws had provided an apartment. Stuck in Yerushalayim. He felt a red shame creep up his face. You sheigetz! This is Yerushalayim.
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Listen, it’s your first Yom Tov back home as a married lady. It’s normal to be nervous. She casts a quick glance ...
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“Why would Hashem want me to suffer so much humiliation from being with my sister-in-law all Yom Tov? I mean, you kn ...