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A still from the film Scream. A close-up shot of a woman's face, distraught and covered in blood.

It’s a chilly October night. You’re in a dorm room somewhere on campus. Wind howls outside as rain patters against the window relentlessly, filling the sidewalk below with a slew of runoff and leaves.

Three white masks with exaggerated facial expressions on a red background.

At my summer student trades jobsite, everyone wore the same thing: an orange long-sleeve shirt and navy blue fire-retardant pants, both with reflective safety striping. Everyone looked the same. Well, mostly everyone.

Sebastian Molnar smiling at the camera in a black button-up shirt and standing in front of a dance studio.

While Sebastian Molnar was still living in Toronto, he and his buddies took a weekend road trip to Montréal for the city’s annual jazz festival where, at one of the stages, a melodic fusion of jazz and Latin music emanated from the performing band.

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