cranes head to peek over other’s shoulder at the growing, agitated queue. oh. sheepish scratch ‘pon crown. i want─ salted caramel macadamia, black sesame, mint─chocolate, and neopolitan. separately.
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Deadpan; far too accustomed to that look on her face whenever she does not get something she wants.
. . . Okay, three. But pick them quickly. You’re holding up the line for these people.
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