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| Apart from the surly crew from Vancouver to Winnipeg that enforced a strict no fun policy, and arriving 4 hours late in Toronto, the train wasn't so bad. |
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| The romance of train travel: I have never slept as badly as I did in these seats. |
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| What's up, baguette guy? |
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| A Torontonian beats the late August heat by wearing a scarf and walking with two large, heavy bags. |
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| The Central Business District. |
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| Folks shopping. |
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| Once upon a time, Toronto had the largest penis in the world. |
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| A nice upper-middle class Toronto neighbourhood. |
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| A man slumps forward in his seat, succumbing to hypothermia: Via Rail's policy of enforcing passenger time limits in the observation dome is accomplished by setting the air conditioning to -37 degrees centigrade. |
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| "Oh my God, like Saskatchewan is like literally so much better than wherever you're from..." Okay, so it's not all bad. |
