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I love you, tree

“Man, that’s the best ice cream,” I told Ming on our trike ride. “It’s ice cream’s ice cream. When ice cream goes to the ice cream shop, that’s what it orders.” I was talking about the chocolate ice cream from Trader Joe’s, velvety like fudgesicles. He’s out watering the garden. When we got home, I… Read More »