Ice cream

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As the creamy delight's gorgeous scent reaches my airways, a wave of ecstasy hit me in the face like a baseball bat. My spoon cut through it like a knife through the tension between us. The sight of it melting brought a tear to my eye and made me even more anxious to devour the delicious treat. I was immersed in satisfaction as chocolate flavored goodness slide down my throat, filling the once empty void that is my stomach.



I asked my mum to give me inspiration and she said... well, ice cream. (She got a sweet tooth.) So here it is.

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