One night, under a waning moon and clouded sky, I turned to G-d and asked if He loves me. He said, “Yes.”
The letter. That reminds me of the letter I mailed Ima yesterday — and the newspaper again. I wonder when she’ll get the letter. I wonder if she’ll write back.
My report cards were covered in A+’s and A’s. Yet the column labeled “participation” was glaringly different. “Needs improvement”
Beaten and bruised, Bibi bounces back
Cinnamon bun cake — all the flavor of cinnamon buns with the ease of a basic cake
Boiled, pan-seared, even breaded and deep-fried, the sky’s the limit with how you enjoy these delicious bite-size packages.
“How nice!” they reply with forced enthusiasm, and you can see the wheels turning in their brain, doing mental math
"I want to hear confidence! Conviction! If you don’t know that we’re getting out of here, then we’ll likely fail!”
The ornate border and printed calligraphy told her this was a marriage certificate. Her parents,' she assumed
We now know something about BBC employment policies: You can utter a borderline blood libel and keep your job
Which type of automation is the best fit for your needs?