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I come from my grandnana’s delicious sugar cookies and her delightful scotch cakes. I come from my fathers cozy art studio with colourful paintings all around. I come from “two wrongs do not make a right”. I come from playing around the massive sage yard with my older brother Aiden. I come from warm and comforting visits from my great aunts, Wendy & Connie. I come from chilly November bus rides home. I come from listening to Pinkerton uninterrupted on Weezer Wednesdays. I come from eerie midnight drives to the cold convenience store. I come from all-nighters on sugar filled weekend sleepovers.