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“I remember when this store opened," Morgan says. "I was obsesed with American Girls." Anna raises her eyebrows. "You're still obsessed." "Not with all of them." Morgan swipes her. "Just Rebecca. But, like, she's Jewish, so she's family.”

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Leah on the Offbeat

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“Ever see something in a store that you gotta have? How about those rainbow suspenders you wore only once? Prevent the "wish-I-hadn't"s by asking yourself these questions: *Will I use it or wear it often? *Will I use it or wear it a couple months from now? *If I get it, will I have enough money for what I'm saving for? If the answer to any of these questions is no, you might want to think twice. If you still aren't sure, try waiting a week to see if it has the same appeal.”

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“Delicious aromas wafted in from the kitchen. Eggs, Father Cousineau was quite certain, and unless he was mistaken, fresh bread, baked beans, cretons, some kind of pork glistening with fat, and a full and generous teapot were standing by. The American girl was at work. He noted happily that everyone in the Lamontagne family appeared to have gained weight, even though Lent had just ended. Well-rounded cheeks, tight clothes, generous bosoms... Old Ma Madeleine's sons and daughters had spent an anti-Lent to which the American cook's arrival was surely no stranger. The breakfast table had not yet been cleared when Madeleine the American asked the priest to take a seat. "Please, Father..." She disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a plate piled high with pancakes, eggs, and slices of ham. All swimming in a half-inch of maple syrup.”

“After all, before you could play a song, you had to learn each note of the scale. A newspaper article was made up of smaller words. Even baking a cake required smaller steps, like cracking eggs in a bowl or measuring out flour. Maybe Claudie had been going about this all wrong. Maybe if she focused on the smaller steps, she could work her way toward being good at something.”