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= A diminishingly awkward good time. Jean and I hit up a fondue place in Paris tonight serving wine in baby bottles. Surprisingly, or perhaps not to some, once you start suckling the red milk from the nipple, it goes down just like the finest glass in the most expensive restaurant. Actually, this place could have been a little more affordable, but the fondue hit the spot and the nipple did open the door to myriad inappropriate jokes. Ah, nipple jokes. I mean Paris.