Tea Time with Nicky

I arrived in Whiterhorse in the middle of the night after riding Greyhound buses  across the country for five days. The last thing I wanted was to sit again, but at  4:30 a.m., feeling cold just because I was tired, Tim Hortons seemed like the  only place I could go.  I sheepishly dragged myself accross …

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