The sun beat down unto the concrete like overused phrases on stark white paper. A boy greedily stares at his ice cream cone, a tall tower of cream, with vanilla bleeding out unto his pudgy fingers, making them sticky. His eyes widen as he draws the delectable treat toward salivating jaws. For so long he had desired this prize, and now at long last, here it is, in his hand. So close now, so close, as his tongue slithered toward its prey, now but an inch away.

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