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Marcus
We eat breakfast with Emma’s grandparents, then head out to explore the historical parts of St. Augustine. As Emma promised, the place is very pretty, with Spanish colonial architecture and an old fort serving as a scenic backdrop to hundreds of cute souvenir shops and restaurants. We wander around the cobblestone streets for a while, then buy a couple of slices of pizza and eat them while standing next to a shack that claims to be “The Oldest Jail in the United States.” Naturally, Emma insists on paying for her slice, and I let her, though it goes against every instinct I possess.
If I had my way, she’d never pay for anything again. I’d take care of her, provide her with everything she needs. But she’s still hung up on not being a people-user like her mother, so I hold back a
