He came to a Size 2. “Are you my bashert?” he said to the Size 2.
The freezer would be open soon.
“Oh, no,” said the mother. “My young bochur will be out of the freezer. He will need a shidduch!”
“I must go find a shidduch for my young bochur!” she said. “I will look at some résumés!”
So away she went.
The freezer opened!
Out came the young bochur.
“Where is my bashert?” he said.
He looked for her.
He looked at one résumé. It was not her.
He looked at another résumé. It was not her.
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