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[ he could never forget this holiday, even if he wanted to. it's not like he celebrated it, really, not in the way that it's supposed to be celebrated, but it made him feel antsy whenever it came around. weird? something along those lines. at least his dad knew enough to not bother him today 'cept for food, & he'd made enough pasta last night to last them a week. so that he leaves him with enough free time to do the only thing he wants to do today, and that--

--is spinning his little dreidel. in the corner of his room, crouched as low to the ground as he possibly could. legs drawn up to his chest while using his right hand to spin the top over & over & over. something in the back of his mind tells him that he probably has something else to do today (like someone coming over... or something?) but that seems to fade away quickly enough. ]