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JIMMY, BARING HIS TEETH, FEIGNING A GRIN... UNWAVERING IN HIS SEEMINGLY ONGOING, ILLIMITABLE BUT FAULTED ENDEAVOR TO SPAWN A CONSUMMATED BAR MITZVAH... THIS BEING PERHAPS HIS SEVENTH OR EIGHTH?

THE BLESSINGS OF THE HAFTARA HAVING BEEN READ; JIMMY UNAWARE OF HIS HALF SISTER, NAUGHTY BETTY’S ADJUSTMENT TO THE TORQUE OF HIS YARMULKE PROPELLER; THAT EVEN THE MOST IMPUISSANT FLURRY OF AIR MIGHT ACTIVATE IT EFFECTIVELY TO THE POINT OF SCATTERING ANY CANDIES AT JIMMY’S FEET... SENDING HIM (INCLUDING THE CANDIES) UP PAST THE TALLEST OF BRENDA’S NUT FARM PECAN TREES... PERHAPS UP PAST THE MOON - OR FOR GOD’S SAKE - EVEN UP PAST URANUS - THEN ON INTO THE FATHOMLESS DEPTHS OF SPACE !!!