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The Bookstore

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In this story, Tamar runs a small independent bookstore in Tel Aviv, navigates a slow Tuesday with an unusual mix of customers, and is reminded at the end of the day why she opened it in the first place.

tamarתָּמָרTamar
pat'chaפָּתְחָהshe opened
etאֶתdefinite direct object marker
ha'chanutהַחֲנוּתthe shop
be'teshaבְּתֵשַׁעat nine
ve'esrimוְעֶשְׂרִיםand twenty
kiכִּיbecause
ha'mafteachהַמַּפְתֵּחַthe key
tamidתָּמִידalways
mit'akeshמִתְעַקֵּשׁinsists, gets stuck
ba'deletבַּדֶּלֶתin the door
ve'lokeachוְלוֹקֵחַand takes
dakaדַּקָּהa minute

Tamar opened the shop at nine twenty, because the key always gets stuck in the door and it takes a minute.

hiהִיאshe
hidlikaהִדְלִיקָהshe turned on
etאֶתdefinite direct object marker
ha'ktanaהַקְּטַנָּהthe little one
samaשָׂמָהshe put
kafeקָפֶהcoffee
ve'sidraוְסִדְּרָהand she arranged
etאֶתdefinite direct object marker
ha'sheletהַשֶּׁלֶטthe sign
ba'chalonבַּחַלּוֹןin the window
she'amarשֶׁאָמַרthat said
sfarimסְפָרִיםbooks
meshumashimמְשֻׁמָּשִׁיםused (plural masculine)
chadashimחֲדָשִׁיםnew (plural masculine)
u'mumlatzimוּמֻמְלָצִיםand recommended (plural masculine)
be'chomבְּחֹםwarmly, with warmth

She turned on the little one, made coffee, and arranged the sign in the window that said "Used books, new, and highly recommended."

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