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Ninety-two. That’s how many emails we sent to each other over the course of our eight-month relationship, all with links to articles we found interesting and wanted to share, hoping one of us would find something new to dissect into dust. Nathan and I connected through words; logic, for now, was where he lived. We met through a mutual friend—they were studying together in Jerusalem at a postgraduate Jewish philosophy program designed for people who didn’t grow up in an Orthodox environment. Our first date was an entire night of squeezing each other dry as we talked about the pros and cons of living an ultra–Orthodox Jewish lifestyle, our favorite diners at home in New Jersey, the ... Читать полностью

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