And that would be exactly how alot of Canadians see their Yankee cousins. Hence I don't even openly admit to being American anymore. It's not safe. I act and talk like a Canadian, that's good enough for everyone I meet. Once they get to know me, then I might admit to where I was born. It wasn't my fault! My mom should have gone to Happy Jack's that night instead of having a birthday party for my brother and sister. THey wouldn't have remembered! I'm so ashamed... Please forgive me! I truly am a Canadian (at heart)...heck I even love hockey!
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