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It's a beautiful November morning in Montreal, the snow is falling slowly, steadily... feathering it's way into car locks and knitted scarves in the cold winter wind. It's bitterly cold here, but bitter in the most wonderful I have a warm cup of coffee, a cozy sweater, and a quiet cafe to sit in sort of way. Sometimes, I begin to believe I really
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