My parents and nana survived the treacherous trek northward, and we wheeled 'em over to Sushi On Bloor.
My mom's nervous about money. Exchanging it, using it, and so forth.
We waited for a little while, sat, ordered, and ate. And then my mom used money.
The plastic kind.
Love the subtlety expressed by your father. Also that your body looks like the end of a church pew.
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