I live in America. The land of the cookie-cutters. Cookie-cutter houses, cookie-cutter jobs, cookie-cutter lives. The American dream. To live in a subdivision where everyone has the same house that looks the same way with the same lawn and the same car and the same number of kids who all go to the same school and get the same grades and learn the same thing. There is no creativity, if you dare to think outside of the box you are met with rules and permits and Homeowners associations. Your eleven and you want to start a Lemonade stand? Well first off you have to get a business permit and you need to pay $50 to rent the corner for the day and your lemonade needs to be tested by the FDA and that also has a fee and you want to hire your nine year old brother to work for you well you need another permit and have to pay him at least $6.50 an hour but you cant hire him anyways because he isnt old enough to get a work permit. Welcome, my dears, to America. The exits to the left.
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