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And She Loved A Man Who Was Made Out Of Nothing. A Few Hours Without Him And Right Away She’d Be Missing Him With Her Whole Body, Sitting In Her Office Surrounded By Polyethylene And Concrete And Thinking Of Him. And Every Time She’d Boil Water For Coffee In Her Ground-floor Office, She’d Let The Steam Cover Her Face, Imagining It Was Him Stroking Her Cheeks, Her Eyelids And She’d Wait For The Day To Be Over, So She Could Go To Her Apartment Building, Climb The Flight Of Stairs, Turn The Key In The Door, And Find Him Waiting For Her, Naked And Still Between The Sheets Of Her Empty Bed.

If You Were To Do The World Championship Of Victimhood In Modern Times, Then The Finals Would Probably Be Between Jews And Palestinians. I Think The Jews Win: We, Isralians, Go From The Spanish Inquisition To Pogroms To The Fake Protocols Of The Elders Of Zion To World War Ii And The Holocaust - It's A Horrible History. And If You Look At The Palestinian World, Victimized By Every Entity In The Middle East, They Were Massacred In Every Country. I Think That, In Israel, The Greatest Fear That People Have, And I Have It, Too, Is This Fear Of Genocide.

The Reason I Write Is That I'm Not In Dialogue With My Emotions; Writing Puts Me In Touch With Myself.

This Idea Where, In This Safe Haven For Jews, Jews Will Threaten To Kill Other Jews, It Wasn't In The Brochure.

I Write What Needs To Be Written The Way That Seems Genuinely Right. If What Comes Out Of It Are Stories, Then It Is My Vocation To Believe In Them And In The Fact That They'll Interest People And Maybe Affect Their Lives.