Huge clouds of steam rise from the bowels of hell and fill the air around Bay Street. There can be no other logical explanation for the billowing, white clouds. People disappeared as they walked close to the source of the steam, like a Bay Street Bermuda Triangle.
In other news, it was rainy and I saw a lot of umbrellas and some of the people could be movie stars here for the Toronto International Film Festival.
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