The dog pausing to pee gives me an excuse to eavesdrop on the gaggle of teenage guys waiting at the corner for the light.
"You know," says one, "I wish the borders between Canada and the U.S. were like, completely open."
"Why?" asks one, reasonably, it seems to me.
"Toronto," the first one says, "is one of the most beautiful cities in the world."
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