She stared at the poster pinned to her bedroom wall—the powder-blue wall directly across from her bed.

The poster had hung there for years. Its colors had faded, as had her love of rap and hip-hop. But she was still into Mac: his songs, his lyrics, and that good-looking Irish face.

Her parents hated the poster. A blond goy’s face stared down at their daughter as she slept.

“Honey,” they would ask, “why not hang a poster of the Rebbe Schneerson on that wall?”

She laughed to herself, wanting to ask, How many hit songs did the........

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