Canada is kind of boring, and I and my anxiety like it that way. I get enough excitement riding my bicycle down a steep hill at 80kph while trying to blink away tears and praying my bike mechanic wasn’t hungover the day he worked on it.
But every once in a while, something crazy happens here, like the time a bank robber blew up.
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