Lonesome and convinced he had the status of a pariah, Michoel remained alone
The beis medrash pulsated with the sound of men learning away.
Michoel Rubin (name changed) took a quick look at everyone learning and quickly turned and left. He stopped off at the refreshment table. It was laden with pareve cheesecakes and half-eaten pieces of potato kugel, and a few bottles of Diet Coke, all capless. He moved on.
He walked outside onto the circular driveway of the shul. He could hear the 13-year-old boys bantering with the security guard and asking about his gun.
A few men were there as well, taking a break from the learning going on inside.
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