[dropcap]T[/dropcap]his January, I was in Toronto with a friend, walking down Yonge street at 1 a.m. We wanted to explore the city and get some fresh air, but instead our calm stroll became an uncomfortable run-in with a wannabe prank YouTuber. He was a tall, stocky man, early-to mid-twenties, with a slight, possibly drunken swagger to his step, crossing the street towards us. “Hey,” he said, smiling, “where are you girls headed?” As soon as the walk signal on the street-light began flashing, I was ready to bolt, but my friend was too polite for her own good. She replied,…
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