#122946858 / gettyimages.com It was Saturday morning, the one before Christmas, and Jordan knew she'd left it late. She wasn't afraid that the gift she was planning to give her eight-year-old daughter would be sold out. It wasn't the latest iPhone or limited edition American girl doll, the gift ideas she saw in the screaming ads on her Save.ca app. She hadn't had to jostle with all the other moms to get her gift on Black Friday. There would be no Fed Ex truck, no brown guy with dead eyes coming to the door. This present had to be bought in person. She knew that the item would be there, in aisle 36, of Canadian Tire. It was there, she could see it in her mind's eye, in the spot these kinds of gifts could always be found near the back of the cramped store with the tiny aisles in a place marked "sporting goods". Jordan hadn't been to Canadian Tire since forever but a visit there was always like coming home, first with the assault to th...
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