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When I was in 7th grade, my class went to Quebec for French class via train. When we came back, my Uncle was supposed to pick me up at the train station in Windsor. An hour goes by, and I am the only one still there, besides my poor teacher that of course wasn't going to just leave me there. It wasn't until another hour later that he finally got there. Of course, he never even mentioned it, said sorry or anything.
Me and my girlfriend were just talking about this yesterday, and about how my family is incredibly undependable.
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