“Now’s your chance!” Sebastian screamed, throwing open the gate. “Get out!”
They’re pareve and full of ingredients that are good for you
“We believe that the precedent we set will open up many opportunities for the frum community”
“...more than 10,000 studies of all kinds...that all come to the same conclusions. WFPB eating can cut your risk of all major disease by as much as 85 percent”
As Jews, we endeavor to produce the music that sustains all of creation
Eight thirty. It was really too late to start putting up a dough
Boredom is a feeling we can resolve
Their departure from the dining room took well over an hour
We reeled in the line like we were fighting for our lives
“So, you’d rather keep others waiting than admit you’re running late?” My husband was appalled
Do I tell the super yeshivish son to just quit it? Can I force the others to accept him? Or is there a third option?