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Jools and I were gazing from the window of a Mississauga coffee shop when a security van roared up, emitting a couple of tough-looking guys. They marched past us into the building, emerging a couple of minutes later with a couple of large bags, glaring at us menacingly -"Don't even think about it" - then drove away in a cloud of burning rubber. "Hmm," said Jools as they swept away, "were you thinking what I was thinking?"