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My name is Emily and I like fresh starts. I read books and knit things and bake pies.
But mostly I just wait. So it goes.
Before being born, his mother explained, babies go to school. Not a school like his, but a different kind of school, where all the teachers are angels. The angels teach each baby the entire Torah, along with all of the secrets of the universe. Then, just before each baby is born, an angel puts its fingers right below the baby’s nose - here she paused to put her finger across his lips - and whispers to the child: Shh - don’t tell. And then the baby forgets.
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