[our days in Toronto were pluck-full of questions ;; customs agents, baristas, house party attendees, EMTs]

// Why’d you come to Canada?

Looking for b’s guitar ;;

// Where’s his guitar?

Kingston ;;

// Why Kingston?

Amber’s got it ;;

// Who’s Amber?

No idea.

[sorry you couldn’t see him strung out as this lost love reappeared ;; wish you were here]

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