"Ah no, I'm actually from Montreal. Canada. I've only lived in the United States for aboot 2 years or so. My dad got transferred here for his job." Ashley paused, turning on her blinker before switching lanes. She'd need to turn left soon, and although you would think that the center lane would let you turn left, it only allowed straightaways. It was a pain in the ass. It would probably only take 10 minutes to get to 5th and Central at this pace.

"It definitely took me awhile to get used to living here. So much is the same, but at the same time, a lot of little things are different. One thing I am glad for is that I don't need to use my French much here. It's not very good. Up in Quebec, the French Canadians require everything written in both French and English, but a lot of times, the English is written so small you can't read it. At that point, why even bother with the effort to write English on there too? It feels more like an insult than a courtesy then. It's bullshit. And if you try speaking English in some of the French-owned restaurants, assholes will pretend like they can't speak it even though I know they do. The pricks. Ah, I must have been ranting a bit there, sorry."

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