The intersection of Yonge Street and Lawrence Avenue seems perpetually busy. Subway stops on two corners, a branch of the Toronto Public Library on another, honking horns and multiple mid-rise apartment buildings within spitting distance – it’s hard to command the attention of the passerby.
However, pulling a young mother to the northwest corner – the chubby hand of her four-year-old is the culprit – are seven giant helium-filled balloons trapped under the soffit fronting a supermarket.
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