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ice cream

I open the ice box door
and look through to make
sure we have enough. Dad
gets so angry when his
dove bars are gone, I have
to make sure there is
enough for him. He likes
that neapolitan kind,
too... and mint chocolate
chip. And the kids keep
eating it, so I stock up
when it is on sale. You’ll
never know when you’re
out.


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