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Your lips cut my heart,

Dear Seminary Girl, They’re going to tell you to drink. Because of the heat, they’ll say. Because the sun here is different. It’s true. The sun here is different. You should drink. There are other truths. Truths that won’t be elucidated as clearly. Like the fact that soon, or at the end, or at some

“Why does your family ruin every simchah by dredging up the past?” he asked. “Why do you insist on making every celebration into a Holocaust memorial?

Mom refused to budge. “Behind my back you did this! I’m not a piece of garbage, you know.”

Daddy, Dance,Why had I ever wished you would stop dancing?,

Do you know what our relationship is to me?