It starts differently each time, but always ends the same. I’m in Toronto, or Vancouver, or Montreal. People around me are immersed in conversation, but to my ears, it’s muted. Words are indistinct murmurs that I don’t even strain to hear. My focus has narrowed to one startling realization: I’m in Canada. That can only mean one thing: Timbits. Timbits immediately. Timbits forever.

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