By: Mason Mattu, Humour Editor It’s 8:10 a.m. — I just woke up literally an hour ago. I’m crinkling up the aluminum foil which once carried a beautiful peanut butter and jelly sandwich. As the West Coast Express train approaches the platform at Coquitlam Central Station, I feel the wind blow against my damp hair. The train comes to a stop and people gather around one of the many doors, waiting patiently for it to open. I politely close my umbrella and shake off the rain, aiming the excess water onto the ground before the door opens. Eh, I get…
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