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Ice Cream. I like Ice Cream, it delights me more than anything. I at Ice Cream once in the cold January Morning, and it was so good. My teeth were cold though, giving away all hope of every being happy in January.
What is in every empty bottle that is found in the street. Nothing, it is devoid of all hope, laying around like so many broken dreams.
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