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Click the Frog and Hop on board.
Genre: Recent Memoir
Word Count: 100
At Ben Gurion airport in Tel-Aviv my cousin and I settled in for a twelve-hour wait.
A young man clutching a colorful bouquet and heart-shaped balloon caught our attention.
“Do you suppose he’s waiting for his arranged-for bride?” asked Kent.
“Doubtful. You’d never see a Hasid in shorts.”
My curiosity piqued. What would she look like? Our hero checked his watch. We checked ours.
At last his pretty sweetheart rushed into his arms. They laughed. They cried. They kissed.
“How romantic.” I sighed. “Dontcha just love a happy ending?”
“Yeah. Now what do we do for the next eleven hours?”