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The paper posted on the peeling elevator wall featured a portrait of an old man with large glasses and pointed patches of shadow on his chin...
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Ruth's mother leaned back in the rocker, her lipstick freshly applied, her purse on her lap, the tremor in her left hand constant...
26m read
The sun is rising on a full moon and an old man readies himself, as he does with every full moon, for the hardship that the day will bring...
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My first time in the forest was before the child was born. I was freshly discharged from the army and had come to a picnic with two girlfriends from the service.
28m read Translated from Hebrew by Yaron Regev
"C'mon in," I say. "Thank you for coming. I'm Sol Gedenkenman. That's right, the one who called the funeral home. Yes, that's right, he was my uncle."
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Mallory has better places to be. It’s not true—she’s an eighth grader with exactly nowhere to go...
10m read
The drawer was stuffed. When he tugged at the wooden knob, a fluff of velvet and satin bulged out...
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