Our house almost burned down this week. Twice.
Okay, "almost" is maybe being a bit generous. But for two days in a row — the third and fourth nights of Hanukkah, to be exact — I rushed into the dining room where just moments earlier my family had lit the menorah, only to find flames lapping up a pizza box,…
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