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| - december 24th around 3pm, maybe: husband and wife decide to go to i deal coffee, then the running room in the beaches; while taking the streetcar notice that i deal is closed, continue, make a bet between them which is further east, woodbine ave or victoria park ave. husband wins (one million points).
december 24th around 3:10pm, maybe: husband and wife exit streetcar, in the rain, husband being ill-equipped with hiking boots that are not waterproof and there are puddles. deep ones that the chicken must cross to get to the other side of the road.
december 24th around 3:15pm, maybe: husband and wife are reminded that there is a DUFFLET PASTRIES in the beaches, as they pass by it momentarily, and still aching for a good espresso drink, decide to stop in. i mean, after all its DUFFLET.
december 24th around 3:16pm, maybe: husband and wife, walk into the most stressed out store ever.
december 24th around 3:26pm, maybe: husband and wife cover more ground by going separate ways. she orders espresso drinks and pays for them and what her husband decides to get for treats to eat. husband takes pictures, decides what he wants to get (1 chocolate chip cookie, 1 small buttercream cupcake, 2 heart shaped cookies - after all this outing is romantic.), and thanks his sugarmama for the goodies.
december 24th around 3:30pm, maybe: husband and wife, now re-paired at the cash witness an argument between two co workers who proceed to look at us for acknowldegement as though we were the referees. we stare at them blankly.
december 24th around 3:32pm, maybe: husband asks his wife if shed like to have half of his one bite cupcake as they both sit down for a moment in DUFFLET, and (predictably) she says no (thank you.). husband takes a bite and after a second or two and a lick of icing off his fingertips, wife (predictably) says husband is a jerk and asks for the other half of the cupcake.
december 24th around 3:35pm, maybe: husband and wife leave, preferring the pouring rain to DUFFLETS current negative vibe on christmas eve (even though theyre both jewish).
december 24th around 3:45pm, maybe: wife discards an unfinished latte on an outdoor shelf at some home decor store because its so bad she cant even drink it. husband says something like "wow" since hes never seen this before from his coffee guzzling wife since he met her. husband isnt enjoying his latte that much either, but is too cheap to buy another one.
december 25th around breakfast time (12:00pm), maybe: husband finishes off the last bit of his large crumbly, ordinary chocolate chip cookie and decides he will never go back to DUFFLETS for coffee for sure, cookies perhaps, but from his lifelong experience, knows, albeit vaguely at this moment, that their cakes are the prizewinners that people seek out.
december 26th at exactly 2:30pm: husband finishes this review while his wife is out getting a latte.
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