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Ice Cream


Cold

Yummy

Sprinkles

Whipped Cream

Cherries

Colorful

Fun

Refreshing

 

Oh, no! My Ice Cream melted because of the heat!

Boo! Hoo! now its all dirty can someone help me?

But wait here come Eva and Maggie and they ask if they can help!

Yes! Yes! You can help by getting me some more Ice Cream or giving me some more money! 

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