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Finally, the first day of school. Moishie Rosenberg was entering 8th grade. He turned to his friend Shloimie, to reflect on the year that was to come.
“So what do you think Moishie?” his friend Shloimie asked. “Lots of pressure on you. After all your dad was valedictorian, your mom was valedictorian, and even your sister was valedictorian.
Moishie paused, leaned back in his chair and said, "Looks like the end of an era!"