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Carl looked at her in total astonishment and embarrassment. He stammered for a moment but finally stuttered out, “My name is Carl. I’m a stonemason. Well, I guess you know that. I’m from Lodz.” Then he looked away, the conversation over. Miriam didn’t push it.

The Boy who Sang for the Angels

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