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  • There were two of them.

    The older one had her hair pulled back behind her head, looking severe and humorless. The younger one had dimples and smiled a lot. "Is your mother here?" asked the humorless one.

    I was a teenager, and apparently not in their target demographic.

    "No, she's out." I said.

    The older one handed me a pamphlet. "Could you see that she gets this?" she asked, in a way that was more of an instruction than a request.

    The younger one spoke up. "You could read that, too." She nodded and glanced back and forth at me and her mentor.

    "Yes," said the older one. "Of course. Perhaps you've wondered what it would be like to live in paradise?"

    I shrugged.

    "Would you like to live in a place here on earth with no war, where animals and humans live together in peace?"

    "Oh," I said. "You mean Canada."
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