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Jul
When I was 15, my mom announced at the breakfast table that I had a job interview that morning.She said there was no getting out of it because it was all arranged. Dad would drive me to the new bakery that her friend's son was about to open in our hometown in northern England.Two hours later, I sat opposite the manager as she read aloud parts of the application my mom had forged without my knowledge."You wrote that math is one of your best subjects," the woman said, noting that the position was for a part-time counter person at the…