It was an ordinary Wednesday in the Spring of 1989. Vancouver’s 9-month long rainshadow had just retracted from the sky, revealing a blinding brightness that blasted through the windows of my high school French class. The teacher stepped out to seek Aspirin for her sudden migraine, and we were left to our own devices.
I was seated a…
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