When we were in Montreal, a company had their marketers out on the street, handing out snacks.  We gladly accepted, hoping it wouldn’t end up being a bag filled with poisonous razorblades (of course not, because it’s Canada, eh?). “I don’t like these, Mawm,” said Birdy, deftly spitting hers back into my hand. “Me neither,” said Chris, thankfully not as…

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