The Dream
September 1st 2018 The Ice Cream Dream again. I wake up in a puddle of drool, salivating, I had just sampled some sort of mint-chip and was going for a sample of the orange sorbet. Not so, my brain reminds me as the sweet cream reveals its true form- alas, the taste of morning breath and the sounds of livestock.
I don’t actually <em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">need any ice cream, or sweets
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