“Wake up girls! Who wants to go to Tastee Diner for French fries!” my mom announced rhetorically one night around midnight from the hallway outside our bedrooms, rousing my sister and me from sleep.

“But I’m sleeping. And it’s nighttime. And it’s a school night,” I groggily replied. I was such a goody two-shoes back then.

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