Hi, I promised myself I would start writing here again. It’s been a while and even though I’ve been blogging elsewhere all this time i’m hoping to make
Part II Ten months had passed. Uncle Lavel was sitting at home in his chair reading the newspaper when the phone rang. It was Shimon. “Uncle Lavel, how
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