Akiva had the sudden realization that he had no idea where he was going. It was 2 p.m. on a Monday, and he had nowhere to be
ITwas too hot. Akiva pulled at his collar; sweat dripped down his forehead.
“You need to get central,” he told Baruch.
Baruch ignored this.
“I’m in shock. Mr. Prince of the Golden Kingdom didn’t really walk away. This must just be an elaborate, terrible prank, Akiva. Have I taught you nothing since good old Beis-Mich days?”
Akiva gave his friend a half smile. “Oh, you’ve taught me a lot. Maybe a bit too much? Walking away from everything Frankel might have had a thing or two to do with you.
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