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“I already see the kind of old lady you’re going to be!” she told me.

“We don’t like Jews,” my shuttle-mate said, matter-of-factly

It’s never been a race for me, and numbers just weren’t a thing. But now, in my fragile state, it all seems different

My stomach hurts. I want to cry and scream. But that’s so ungrateful

“It might be a free country, Jacob, but you don’t want to rub your religion in their faces”

This is a little… immature, but maybe it’s because he’s my age, and he hasn’t been dating as long as I have