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We are holding hands because one of us asked the other for encouragement. It doesn’t matter who asked who—does it?
18m read
Mrs. Petersen knew what they were doing up the road...
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This story is not about my mother, who had the misfortune of being a Jew in Europe during the Second World War.
14m read
"Putting on a few pounds there, kid," Uncle Saul said, looking me up and down...
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"Where are we, Boaz? Are you sure you didn't take a wrong turn?"
20m read Translated from Hebrew by Ilana Kurshan
I know nothing about Konsk. In winter, on the outskirts of Konsk, there were wolves...
18m read Translated from French by Robert Bononno
