Nagi
What, no, it's fine. I said, in a dark tone, looking at the sea-salt ice cream in his hands. I just... jeez. I glared at the ice cream, like it had hurt me. I mean, inside, it hurt me. Anyway, what's up? I still want to talk to you, you know. I looked at the ice cream again.
You want to taunt me, ice cream? Haunting my past? You know where my parents went... don't you? You dirty parent killer.
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What the hell am I thinking? I'm talking to an ice cream cone...
Anyway, you want another ice cream, Denver? I asked.
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