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Today Miss A ran in the house, out of breath with an urgent look on her face. I looked up from my book and asked her what was the matter. She needed $2. What for, I asked? The ice cream truck! I handed over some money and she ran out the door, music floating through the air.
When she returned, Miss F looked at her ice cream with great interest. Of course she wanted one too, so I ran out the door barefoot to try and catch the truck. I flagged them down and picked out a cone with vanilla ice cream and chocolate. As you can see, the first ice cream truck treat was thoroughly enjoyed. Ah summer- we're holding on to you as long as possible.