48 hours without coffee. First was the headaches, then the sweats. Then came The Fear. Suddenly I found myself on Mont-Royal jabbering madly at the hipsters and menacing their purebred dogs. People eyed me suspiciously, like they knew. Even the hobos outside the SAQ avoided me (in both official languages). However, two giant Cafe Rico's later and the danger has passed. Blood pressure and heart rate back to normal, artificially elevated status.
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Probably lots of you see this/these on Facebook, but I just save them here for my own sake, since Facebook stuff seems inaccessible after a few months.
Mmmmm cafe Ric
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