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"So 7:00 at Ruth's Chris Steak House?" my mother said sweetly. "I think it's on...Summer Street, right?" "School Street," I corrected, rubbing my head. "Well we'll see you at 7:00." "Yeah. I love you," I sighed. "I love you too. This is so exciting!" "Yeah. Bye mom." She hung up, and I looked at Milan. "What the fuck did I just get us into?" I practically cried. "A dinner with your family. I don't understand why it's so bad," he shrugged. "They're my family, that's why! Oh...no. This isn't gonna go well," I sighed. "I just know it! I know it." "Calm down, Dax," he rolled his eyes. "Calm down...obviously you've never met my family," I muttered. "No. That's why we're doing this dinner. It'll be fine...I hope. Any tips?" "Yeah. Don't cuss, be polite, and um...my brother's a Montreal fan," I blurted. His eyes widened. "Oh shit."
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