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s he whispered the words of Tehillim, Yitzy tried to concentrate. It was very hard to do.
I don’t believe this, he thought to himself. What in the world are we doing here in this office? Why in the world did these people want me, a third grader, to come to this meeting?
Yitzy didn’t have much time to dwell on these thoughts. Suddenly, the office door opened and the secretary led someone into the room.
The man in the suit looked very happy and excited. “Ahh, Mr. Burtman,” he cried, as he stuck out his hand to the man. “Welcome, welcome. Please have a seat by the table.”
