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When I'm writing Torah in England, at my mum's place, this is the view from my desk:
There isn't usually a cat there. The cat turned up at random the other day. It wandered around the place making love to everything it saw, and then it tried to get onto my lap for more love. I was writing, so I shoved it off. Next thing I knew, the cat had leapt up onto the desk and was by the grace of God not standing on the Torah.
Makes a change.
There isn't usually a cat there. The cat turned up at random the other day. It wandered around the place making love to everything it saw, and then it tried to get onto my lap for more love. I was writing, so I shoved it off. Next thing I knew, the cat had leapt up onto the desk and was by the grace of God not standing on the Torah.
Makes a change.
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