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life's scoop


Life is like an ice cream truck nothing ever comes by luck it gives me a cone every day at the same time in the same way sometimes I like the flavors such as gorgeous grape in love lemon, surprising strawberry but their are a few that I hate such as tears tangarine and broken dream blueberriesI never choose these the ice cream truck has 54 different flavors and occasionally I can choose one I have to eat it all till it's done but ever so often the truck will give me a mystery flavor it can be good it can be bad but it's something I must savor one fateful day the ice cream truck will give me my last flavor It's name is dark chocolately death the flavor brought tears to my eyes I didn't want to die all the flavors I have tried all the people who will cry I don't remember what it taste like it's not in a shelf I guess you will have to taste it for yourself
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