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Participant
(Heard and verified from the son of the protagonist)
I was the girl in that story. We actually didn’t end up talking at all. He tried to, but I gave him the death glare each time he so much as stopped humming and tapping.
Not that I wouldn’t talk to a boy in that situation. Just that he was short.
Could you identify which Rosh Yeshiva it was? R’ Leib Gurwitz?