Made it. Got tacos. They wanted ice cream from a truck....
Made it. Got tacos. They wanted ice cream from a truck. Daughter, grumpy, "doesn't want" any, eats most of mine. Ice cream guy is from here. We chat about where the trucks park at night. He tells me: "No Mr. Softees in Manhattan." Then he winks and says, "I think you know why."
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