With the sort of froideur you only find in people in glass booths or servants of minor European royalty, he told me to take a number.
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A moving story
Israelis, in case you don’t know, aren’t great at customer relations.
The museum of me
It was like the movers hadn’t packed me, they’d archived me.
Fat fatty fat fat
Elli leaned closer, his face serious, and told me something surprising. At least, I was taken by surprise.
White Meat 