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Because hello, it’s Purim. And the seudah. We come as guests and listen to bochurim cry

A triangle, just the shape of the tip of the iron — and it tells a different story

You watch your fellow sufferers, and pick up snippets of conversation not meant for your ears

And then she found them jumping on the bed. Again

Having never developed an appreciation for stuffed animals, I gave them a cursory glance, and pronounced them adorable

Our garden here in Eretz Yisrael may be considerably smaller, but we relish the opportunity of growing a garden on sacred soil