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“Rabbi, something happened before the kevurah, and it’s giving me no rest”

“Abba, this will be the best afikomen present I ever had. Four hours alone with you!”

Pretty soon, we were down to three, and as the clock hit two, it was just me and one New Zealand bochur

Since when does a rebbi moonlight as a haberdasher?

When he looks back to that day, there is only one memory he cherishes: the memory of his father.

 “You came here to thank me,” she told Miri. “However, I must thank you”