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"I wasn’t born in some high-and-mighty Manhattan. Just like you, I grew up in a trashy neighborhood in Chicago. My father... he used to be a good dad, but after an injury forced him to retire, he became an alcoholic asshole. And my mother? She wasn’t some lawyer. She was just a poor woman who worked two jobs a day, struggling to raise me."
"And brownies? When I was a kid, most days I ate the leftovers she brought back from the restaurant where she worked. One time, I even found a ...
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