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Be optimistic.

It turned out to be a Hanukkah kind of love. We should have kept that flame going for only one night, but somehow we made it last eight. I'd like to think there's a term for that: a miracle. (The end.)

He asked for my number. I shook my head. I told him I like my relationships the way I like my tallit prayer shawls: not too long--with few strings attached.

Latke Latke Lovin' is on hiatus tonight so that the fictional characters can spend time with their families--either at home eating roast beef or out on the town at a Chinese restaurant.

"For a second there I thought you said 'guilt'," I chuckled as I walked him to the door. "Since I'm Catholic and that's what I get after these kinds of things."

"I know--To fry latkes, it's best to keep the oil between 350 and 375 degrees."

So I prepared the matzoh mixture using one less egg and rolled it into smaller balls to decrease cooking time.

"I've got your strong, hard top right here," I replied as I pulled out a wooden dreidel. "Let's play."

"Sure," I answered, "But after you stick it in, you'll have to say a prayer."

To prevent burning.)

No topping for me.

Welcome to Chelsea.

How's your cough going?

But you won't upgrade.

Just move to Europe and you'll be re-made!

As warm-up for the aria that comes along.

I'll like dudes again.