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And then I wondered, did I just lose all credit for driving?

“Oh, Dina! How are you?” He sounds like he knows who I am I hold the foil-covered chocolate in my palm and answer the phone. “Hello?” “Hi, this is Sam Jacobowitz. I missed a call from this number earlier.” “Hi, Grandpa! It’s Dina.” I put down the softened chocolate. “Who?” “Yaffa’s daughter, Dina, the one

What do you mean, you hate trips? Everyone loves trips! That doesn’t make any sense

   I stay glued to the couch, the couch that’s blessedly free from little people overcrowding me, needing me, whining at me

Yes, I conclude, it might be that we are the anavim, the ones who don’t believe we are worthy

His brother reacted as if he’d seen a ghost: “The blanket!”