Breathless summer heat retreats with the sun. People come out after dusk - like nocturnal animals. We're hunting ice-cream, at a carnival-painted shop.There are four serving windows, hundreds of flavors and crickets serenading from the dark.
My BFF Kim and I are with my older brother - we run to the line and he follows. We're waiting in line when the noisy muscle car roars up. The driver is Kim's ex-boyfriend - Rob. Dumped but still, somehow, on the planet.
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