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“No,” Small said, as she dried her eyes. “Tall” (she used Tall’s real name here, of course), I’m not going back with you to one of those stupid camp reunions. And I’m telling everyone here – I am not drinking any more. That’s it. And if, G-d forbid, I do – drag me to the madricha.”
“You know what?” another girl said. “I think we should all make a deal to try not to drink. Like, we’ll just say we decided it’s not cool. Can we all do that?”
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Heads began to shake. It was time for the sicha to end, with cookies and drinks. What the madricha thought was going to be a session to open up a topic ended up with the girls making a pact of sobriety.
I decided not to track down Small’s parents or do more heavy-handed intervention.
Thanks Mrs. W.
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