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a plate of waffles in front of me. "Even as a kid, he was trouble. Did I ever

learn how to ride a bike. It's the best way to get around town until you can save up for a car." I drop my head and stare at my waffles as I try not to cry. "Are you ready for your first shift?" I exhale long and hard as I watch the syrup slide off the waffles. It's the fake syrup, not the real Canadian maple syrup I'm used to eating. It's probably full of corn syrup and other poisonous crap. Stop, I tell myself. If it wasn't for Aunt Tracy, I'd be living on the street right

l only take a second." I lower my fork with a sigh. She's impossibl

How's it going to reflect on me if I send you there with wrinkled pants? The whole Bingo hall will be buzzing about it!" "The whole Bingo hall will be buzzing about a few wrinkles in my pants?" Geez, how boring is this

ew York City where everyone is so rude to each other. These are nice salt of the earth folk who appreciate good manners." "I'm not going to be dealing with the customers," I tell her. "I'm sure Lindsay is going to keep me in the back where I won't make a spectacle." "How big do you think this bakery is?" Aunt Tracy says as she starts vigorously ironing the one wrinkle in m

?" "He's Lindsay's twenty-six-year-old son. Very handsome." I hold in a laugh. I'm sure that my version of handsome and my aunt's version of handsome are two very different things. I come from New York, the land of beautiful people, and she com