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And just look at what a threat my family turned out to be. As I write, you in the home my grandfather built, and me, a fiercely proud immigrant’s daughter with the natural-born right to turn your pointed finger back on yourself.

The guy whose first and last attribute says he likes it when his dates at least pretend to reach for the check: He’s got a “getting lucky” playlist in which Ginuwine’s “Pony” loops three times because 12 minutes is all you’ll ever get.