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“I’m a shadchan,” she told me. “I love working with singles. And you know what, you look like a wonderful girl”
I mentioned a non-Jewish relative in passing, and he said, disdainfully, “We also have some goyim in the family”
“Today, as we say goodbye to our four years in high school, we leave as changed people”
This test… this is not what it’s really all about. This isn’t going to decide anything. It’s all been decided already
He turns around and gives me a look, the kind of look that says, “please don’t be a terribly selfish human being.”
Maybe things aren’t just going to go back to how they were. Maybe they never can
I’ve gone against the group. Add that to Tzippy’s shidduch, and I’m pretty much a social pariah
I’ve gone against the group. Add that to Tzippy’s shidduch, and I’m pretty much a social pariah
The girls fist-bumped and smiled smugly. Mali brandished a toothpick. “Kol chassan…” she stage-whispered. Elisheva giggled
There was a terrible surprise awaiting us there
I need to rush home, do homework, go out for Chinese with Goldie, a long-standing Monday night tradition, and — sigh — apologize to Ma about not listening to her explain what happ ...