![]() With the frantic hands of an addict, he fumbles through his room, searching through the mess of clothes on his dresser. He throws his hat to the side, and rushes up the staircase. Dovid (name changed for anonymity) has just finished extinguishing his havdalah candle and sipping wine from his becher. A handful of stars twinkle in the evening sky it is motzei shabbos.
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