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Just a quick note: 

Yesterday, after Ulpan, I got a ride back to the Kfar Studentim (Student Village) from one of my friends from class. Wow! Let me tell you, New York City driving has nothing on this...!

I'd write more, but I have to go back to the Kfar and slee, I mean study. 

Lehitraot! Or, for you non-Hebrew speakers, later!

שלום

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