I knew a boy named Luke Ford. I had the misfortune of being close to him.
My name is Amber*. Because I’m nice, I was always seated next to Luke Ford at Jewish journalism events. People thought I could control him.
Fat chance. Like trying to control the devil.
I met Luke Ford in a Jewish journalism laboratory.
He was my lab partner. We were assigned the complete works of Thane Rosenbaum. It was disgusting but we had to do it to graduate from yeshiva. We worked for a week cutting up this fetal pig.
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