The ice cream truck is approaching in the dark. My heart is beating; it's been a long time since summer. Now is no time for interludes in the park. Parents won't buy my melodrama.
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Fabulous retrospective on the experience of the ice cream truck and the dazzling fun of it. Between Mom and ice cream- being reduced to an infantile glee. Sprinkles with color, memory, fun, and that love for dessert that does not go away in one's life no matter if grown up.
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Fabulous retrospective on the experience of the ice cream truck and the dazzling fun of it. Between Mom and ice cream- being reduced to an infantile glee. Sprinkles with color, memory, fun, and that love for dessert that does not go away in one's life no matter if grown up.