Once upon a time, that is, Tuesday night, Sarah and I went for dinner after handing in massive term papers that had tried to strangle us. We went to the cheesiest faux-50s-diner restaurant in Montreal, a chain called Nickels that is part owned by Celine Dion. While there, we had many semi-hysterical giggles (stress will cause those), decent food,
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