This was KD's last night here after a two week visit, (after a two week road trip with my only romance of six years - other than on very bad mistake.)
He sat - KD, no doubt uncomfortably, (but without sign ogf complaint), on my my hardwood floor, and ate cornbread and cranberry sauce and steamed broccoli with good olive oil I'd prepared for him. He'd brought a little pumpkin pie one of his devotees brought him at his last performance. I ate all of it.
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