I 👋 Ohio. Not "I love Ohio." Not "I hate Ohio." Just a polite little wave goodbye as you merge onto I-71 and never look back. It's the most Midwest breakup possible: no yelling, no drama, just a hand out the window and a mumbled "welp, take care now."
Because let's be honest, Ohio is a state you wave at. Wave goodbye to 34 degrees and sunny at 8am and a tornado warning by 3pm. Wave goodbye to explaining Cincinnati chili to out of state visitors who think chili should not contain cinnamon. Wave goodbye to the Browns finding a brand new way to lose a game that was already won. Buckeye fans will wear this ironically. Everyone else will wear it sincerely. Both are correct.
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