SUITS ME FINE
That's the cardboard case I wanted.
Penny Marshall had the handle, holding
tight - a typical Hollywood girl. There
were shadows from the column, being
cast over her face, but I'd know her
anywhere. She'd told me once she 'never
wanted to be Jewish, but it worked out
that way.' She was born. Her point was,
in her family it little mattered; her mother
didn't observe, and everyone went wherever
they chose. I nodded, and said, 'Yeah, same
for me, except I went to Hell.' I figured you
gotta' make your own case for yourself.
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