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As I glanced around, the sight of these families appeared picture-perfect. I couldn’t help but imagine their seemingly flawless marriages and unwavering commitment to family life, not to mention resoluteness in their identity. Meanwhile, my marriage seemed to echo death’s knell, while I desired to belong to the same genetic bottleneck as these Anglo-Ashkos.

I am inbred, but not in the way I’d like.

I attempted to shake off my thoughts by pouring myself a flute of prosecco. As I sipped, I noticed two distinguished middle-aged men, their knit kippot perched atop their heads, seated at a nearby table overlooking the sea. They glanced in my direction, prompting one of them, the more attractive of the pair, to shyly avert his gaze and acknowledge his spouse—a well-dressed woman in a modest floral dress, Golden Goose sneakers, and an expensive sheitel—who had just arrived with an infant in her pram.

I wandered off, pondering whether couples like them ever desired more from their marriage.

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