“I love you,” he whispered quietly. “Ikh hob dikh lib.” He kissed Evie&rsquo
“I love you,” he whispered quietly. “Ikh hob dikh lib.” He kissed Evie’s head. She rustled in her sleep, turning away. “Fine. I see how it is. I just wasted my best Yiddish on you,” Sam joked to himself. -- source link
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