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Posts tagged ‘Second Cup’

My mother’s letter to Margaret Atwood

My mother, who is just a little bit older than Canadian literary legend Margaret Atwood, has never been on the Internet. Read more

An afternoon on Bloor Street.

On Bloor Street a man rode his bicycle east while shouting into his cell phone. He was furious, his face torn in anger and his voice carrying a city block.

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