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But then—bam!—I get mad. Some prick in a pickup cuts me off, nearly clips the car. “You fuckin’ stunad!” I yell, fist out the window. She’s laughin’ her ass off, and I’m like, “What’s so funny, huh?” She goes, “You’re a trip, Tony.” Yeah, damn right I am. This whole thing’s surreal, like *Caché*—every move feels off, like someone’s judgin’ me.

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While we’re waiting, I spot this cute little café on Queen Street. It’s called “The Exploding Bakery.” I mean, what a name! I had to check it out. I grabbed a slice of cake, and oh my god, it was heavenly. Like, I could’ve married that cake. I was on cloud nine, but then I remembered I had to get back to the students.

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