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On my way back from Philadelphia after dropping off lil’ miss Sashimi to her new owner, I stopped in Pittsburgh to visit a friend I haven’t seen in almost exactly two years. She had just returned from being abroad for an extended amount of time and is temporarily back in the states. She invited me to stay the weekend with her in her mom’s apartment, and Pittsburgh is halfway between my home and Philly, so it worked out great! Out of all the loose plans and suggestions we were debating between, the one she was most insistent on was going to Kennywood. I had literally never heard of this amusement park, and being from Ohio I knew I was going to be pretty hard to impress. Cedar Point is widely considered the best in the biz, but I was willing to give this Kennywood a chance since my friend spoke highly of it. It was the very first night of their fall season, the “fright night” type of things amusement parks do nowadays with haunted houses and scare actors and so many fog machines you end…

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