I folded my arms and waited. My students froze in their seats, looking at me suspiciously. Then I did what high school girls love best: I gave them a juicy mussar shmuess
Ahuva emailed me the next morning. She started with a professional yet friendly greeting, which I found impressive, then complimented me on the work I’d done for the air quality company’s ad campaign. After that, she asked for my input on the graphics for the ads.
I replied with a suggestion. She replied with a thumbs-up emoji. I replied with another suggestion. She replied with a question. I replied. She replied. I replied. She replied.
An hour passed. The thread continued. We discussed the ad campaign, but between the emails, we started a side discussion. Suddenly I noticed that Gmail had started a new thread, bounced off the original one. That happens when you reach a hundred emails in a thread.
We’d reached a hundred emails?
I stared at my screen incredulously. I expanded the email to reread the thread. With a goofy grin, I hit reply again.
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