Hila Alon
She closed her eyes and smiled, a finger twisting around her long dark hair.
Eyshet Chayil, mi yimtza? A woman of valor, who can find her?
A few steps forward, her blonde partner a few steps back, and soon they would be dancing.
The the bearded bouncer gave her a smile as her friend slipped her thin, pale arm through hers and stepped close
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