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Friday morning on Antignus.

There’s nothing better than waking up on Friday, throwing on some crap clothes, stumbling over to the bourekas guy down the block, buying a bagful of the world’s greatest bourekasim from the world’s cutest bourekas guy, stopping off at the makolet next to home, chatting with the excited makolet guy about how we really missed an awesome Sukkot service at the Kurdi synagogue we sometimes go to, making the way back upstairs and ripping into spinach-and-cheese bourekasim.

Nothing.