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s he opened his Mishnayos, Yitzy could feel every cell in his body screaming, No! Don’t do this! You just got home after a hard day, and you need to relax.
He tried very hard to ignore the voices, but they kept getting louder.
Yitzy forced himself to turn the pages to the Mishnah his class had learned that day.
“Is that where you’re up to in class?” asked his father.
