the light changes to green and i step into the road. there are people everywhere. the city's been taken over by catholics. they're celebrating their youth. the city could not come up with enough catholics so they started importing them. world youth day, they call it.

the pope arrives on Tuesday and on Friday he's doing mass. Saturday he's gonna croak. at least, that's if the photos on the covers of the dailies portray the man as he's really feeling. maybe he's just jet lagged. my money's on croaking.

as you no doubt have guessed already, i'm not catholic. i have no religious affiliations whatsoever. i believe in me. unfortunately, i also believe in love and coupledom. so at the moment i'm feeling like half a woman.

but should i? i mean, so what, i got dumped. what does it matter if it was the first time in my life that a guy has rejected me. so what if i loved him? love him. so what? it's not the end of the world, just the end of a relationship.

as this occurs to me i realize i'm standing in the middle of Bloor Street and the light is now red.

MOVE IT HONEY! yells a cabby. other drivers just honk. i hurry my ass to the curb and almost take out a bike courier--rodents with wheels.

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