![]() It’s Friday night and the table is a traditional Shabbat setting-a Kiddush cup filled with red wine, freshly-blessed candles and challah bread that’s been ripped apart and passed around the table. I’m sitting in a Manhattan apartment watching the sun set with 11 of New York’s most eligible Jewish singles.
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