Cincinnati, O-hi-o.

My visit with Kirsten was a bath of good things, I swear to you sometimes the birds from Walt Disney’s version of Cinderella came down and alighted on our wrists. We lounged in the sun in a garden, consumed mass quantities of coffee in cute coffee shops, watched the yuppies in the nice part of town and the art kids in the art-kid part of town, swapped lovey-dovey stories, and remembered why the hell we get along so well.

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