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Seven last night and I was standing in the center of an elementary school cafeteria in line for the ice cream social. Chaos. Two second graders punched and dry-humped each other in front of us and a lumpy, outsized lady with a bag to match pushed in behind us. The room rang with the clamor of unsupervised children on a sugar rush and the minute we picked up our bowls of cherry swirl some little bastard pulled the fire alarm.
At home in the decompression station I queued up the new properly chilled
At home in the decompression station I queued up the new properly chilled