He started his rounds. Yitz, Akiva, Eric… they were doing well. But why was Chaim sitting alone? Where was his chavrusa?
“Wait, Benny, don’t forget the envelope,” Tziporah said.
“Envelope?” Benny tried to focus on Tziporah and the envelope she was waving.
He checked his reflection in the mirror again. Should he try brushing his hair the other way? The glasses were good, but maybe they would be even better with a haircut more like Eric’s.
The guys had been talking about Madison and Lila again yesterday. Maybe he should google the names, figure out what was consuming them.
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