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you come home with a small pint in your hand. you got ice cream while you were out! i'm slightly devastated because i honestly wanted some. although it's on me, i didn't see your text. you graciously decide to share it with me, like all the countless fries, burgers, and everything else i've shared with you. one bite for me, two bites for you, the spoon in my hand as i slowly break apart the perfect swirl into chaos. you getting ice cream is like my first sign of summer.