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"Hey there, Luna! How's your day treating you so far?" my best friend, Joan, asked with a warm smile. "It's been pretty good," I replied, chuckling. "Although there was a little mishap this morning, my husband completely overlooked the generous sprinkle of pepper I added to his oatmeal. I guess he was too busy to notice." "My husband would notice either. They can be such idiots sometimes! How about we spice up our laundry session with a game of Truth or Dare?" "Count me in! I'll go first," she said, her excitement bubbling over like the su...
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I thought they would have found me by now. The fear lingers like a heavy fog, settling deep in my chest. It feels so obvious that I’m Jewish, marked by my lineage and the weight of my heritage. Each day that passes seems to amplify that truth, the uncertainty gnawing at my insides. I can’t shake the feeling that my once vibrant surroundings have turned into a dangerous game of shadow and light. The faces I used to see—familiar and comforting—have vanished, taken away one by one. I remember our laughter ringing through the air, the warmth of...
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