Rustlings and cheepings came to him across that still, moonlit yard. A concourse of living beings sent the hum of their activity into the night.
The damage level was sicko, even Eddy had been taken aback when they'd first gone inside, scared but trying to hide it. What was Eddy doing? One last thing I wanna get, he'd said, and then disappeared back into the house. Now he was ...
One last thing I wanna get,
THIS IS NO JOKE - it is NOT a photochop.
When we sing this melody [Napoleon's March], are we singing a non-Jewish melody? Of course not! We have accepted it and even given it a degree of k'dusha (holiness) by attaching it to a liturgical text.
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