I just need to remember to hurl myself out of this tea before it's the only tea I can imagine ... and before it boils ... soup may be a better metaphor here?
Last weekend I met an amazing woman. She is the cantor at the synagogue where my nephew was bar mitzvahed. When she found out we were from Philly, she came over to our table at the luncheon to play ‘Jewish...
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