Yes, but that was the earlier me, only accessible by time travel, which I've invented but haven't yet returned to the present to deliver. (I'll be back soon, please put all future plans on hold and buy sunglasses: it's going to be bright!)
But FUCKIN'A, FUCKIN'B and elephants in a living room, I SO did not want to go get Brigitte her Croissantes à l'amande at Duc de Lorraine or however you say it in Basque THIS MORNING.
WHAT
A
FUCKING
NIGHTMARE
it was on the street. Yeah, Montreal used to be charming but it's all washed out now.
Therefore, I hereby reneg, retract and declare my previous statement INEPT (Please present your passport on boarding) that I love Montreal.
I actually have discovered that I unequivocally HATE Montreal, at least, the version that's described on the carton.
Don't ask.
Don't tell.
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