Some days I know what it feels like to work on an assembly line. People are tired and they're everywhere and their is no sun or palm trees and Big Brother is watching you. Fortunately they have Tropicana Orange Juice at the bagel store. I told my dad, "no pictures, no pictures," but he didn't listen and hence you can see what I was experiencing.
Emma is such a trooper. There is always such congestion in New York, but she just rides the wave, grabs a dented metal folding chair and eats her bagel and fearlessly sucks up her juice.
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