In the five years I've lived in this building (has it been five years already!?), besides the usual outdoor smells, only greasy goodness has punctuated the evening air. Next door, buttery veggies and fried rice waft from the back of the Wok Out Restaurant, while deep-fried pub grub rushes the vents at Brandt's Creek. Occasionally, Micky Dee's trademarked and patented salty fries scent will roll on over and join the party. But never before has the sweet scent of Tim Horton's donuts made it's way across the street.
It was really refreshing while it lasted.
But now it's gone.
Okay, that's all I had to say.
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