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Tuesday, May 13, 2003 

So a while ago I decided to get a subscription (Saturdays only) with the Toronto Star, which I have just cancelled. Why? Not a lack of enjoyable content, or anything like that - I have yet to receive a paper. For some reason, no matter how often I corrected the address with the people there, they continued sending it to an address that I have never lived at, and am not even sure it exists. Considering they normally have to negociate the labyrinthine streets of Toronto, I really do wonder why finding my apartment was such a problem for them.



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