Since Purim I've noticed increased frowns on some of my classmates' faces. My journalist sixth sense tells me something is up and whatever it is will be a great piece for our paper. So when Dina stepped into our classroom one morning rubbing her eyes and popping my eardrums with a particularly loud groan I moseyed on over…. My classmates know that when I approach them it's usually with questions. And when I ask questions it's almost always for the Newszine. Well that's just one of my jobs as editor but they are kinda cautious.

I tapped Dina on her shoulder and flashed my most winning smile.

Her face immediately shut like curtains drawn over a window. "What do you want?" she tried to ask nicely.

"I… um... just eh." Now that wouldn't do - an editor tripping over her words. I took a deep breath.  "Something seems to be bothering you Dina. Care to share?" I put on my friendliest most empathetic voice.

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