With six cops on every downtown corner last weekend, it was hard not to feel oppressed. Even though, when Steve and I were on Queen West, there was little happening. People were shopping. Steve said I was lucky I spent no time in detention. I could not help myself. Upon spotting a group of Halton police I asked them how they liked the donuts in Toronto. “Haven’t tried any,” answered one of them. “Yeah, it’s easier to find biscotti around here.” I commented and walked on, snickering. But I felt a little bad. He actually seemed like a nice guy.
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