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Her smile, warmth, and interest always made me feel that I was her best friend
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Like a geological formation, there are layers and layers of sentimental strata among my clutter
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Akiva had been given this siddur by his rebbi in fifth grade, and he’d carried it in his tefillin bag
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“Eureka!” I thought. “That’s it! Texting: a blessing or a nightmare? A gift or the curse of modern technology?”
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I’m not lonely because I have friends I can call 24/6 who genuinely care
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Many of us look at our childhood names with warm emotions











