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February 18, 2011
I dashed into the living room to peek at the cat, who was making a rare cameo appearance atop the sofa. While there, I grabbed part of a sheet of matzo, to appear as if I'd come to the room for a real purpose, and then returned to the kitchen, where my boyfriend was washing the hostess' dishes, unasked.

Oh, to have grabbed him and disappeared under the coats piled on the bed, near music that wasn't doing too stellar of a job reaching the rest of the apartment. Dishes, cat, people, and matzo be damned. Party of two, please.