On August 7th, the day after my twentieth birthday, my family dined out for the special occasion at a Markham restaurant.
An immediate fondness sprung for the restaurant's name -- which will be revealed to you in due time -- upon examination of the paper chopstick wrappers. I made a mental note to swipe one after the waiter took our orders, but to my dismay, he removed and carried the wrappers away with him. Other Brother, showing unusual finesse, gave me a look, and grabbed one from the empty table behind him.
My parents afford only the best for their eldest and only daughter.
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2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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