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haim lifted the empty suitcases and grunted. “I’m too old for this.”
He followed Shia Langsam down a steep rocky hill. “Here Reb Chaim you can use this shed for storage. Your shver keeps empty suitcases and stuff like that here too.”
The manager stopped and removed a key from an immense key ring. The door didn’t immediately open so Langsam pushed with his shoulder sending the metal door flying open with a loud squeal. Chaim grimaced at the musty dank smell in the dark shed.
Langsam crouched down and moved an old sleeping bag: there was a sudden rustle and a small animal dashed out between his legs. Chaim yelled out and jumped back.
