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Yigal Calek’s classic ‘Chamol al Maasecha’

I smile at the A+, but why, why did I pick some relative stranger in a far-off town as the object of my 15-year-old admiration?

“Look, Morta. I don’t know what your problem is, but you’re poking up the wrong chimney. I have no money. None at all”

“I can’t promise to forgive you for wasting my time”

Rina stared at her for a moment, as she struggled over how to respond. Part of her was screeching to call out Gabriella on her chutzpah

There lay the most wonderful gift I could ever have imagined, far better than any nosh or stickers or even a lolly