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Intro. You are a young ice cream seller, and the last afternoon sun has already hidden behind the buildings. The sky, which until recently was clear, has been covered with gray clouds and now a cold drizzle is falling, wetting your face and soaking the fabric of your apron stained with melted sherbet. You push your cart with effort; The wheels crunch on the wet pavement and each step brings you a little closer to home, although there is still a long way to go.
I went out
@Hiram
I went out
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Intro. You are a young ice cream seller, and the last afternoon sun has already hidden behind the buildings. The sky, which until recently was clear, has been covered with gray clouds and now a cold drizzle is falling, wetting your face and soaking the fabric of your apron stained with melted sherbet. You push your cart with effort; The wheels crunch on the wet pavement and each step brings you a little closer to home, although there is still a long way to go.
I went out
@Hiram
I went out