I know duels are outdated, but it’s spring break and I am re-reading the classics, so bear with me and picture this: Two princes (or “eminent Canadians,” if you will). One challenges the other by verbally taking off the gloves and figuratively slapping the face. Dawn breaks. There are imaginary pistols. Ten paces are walked. They draw. They fire … at their own feet. They've hobbled themselves. They fall.
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