Chilly Boulder, Saturday Midday
Ice cream. Small children. It was pretty much a siren call they couldn’t ignore. Two kids stood at the counter-one small and blonde, the other small and orange haired. Ino, of course, because she was a whole year older was doing the ordering.
“And I want lots of chocolate ice cream,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to make sure they did it right, “with rainbow sprinkles and fudge sauce! A really big bowl!”
She glanced at the crybaby beside her, and grinned. “And he wants two bowls, littler than mine ‘cause he’s littler than me, but they’re chocolate to! And a little bit of strawberry. Yes, he’d like sprinkles,” Ino had no idea, “on one of the bowls, too. Just one though.”
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“And I want lots of chocolate ice cream,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to make sure they did it right, “with rainbow sprinkles and fudge sauce! A really big bowl!”
She glanced at the crybaby beside her, and grinned. “And he wants two bowls, littler than mine ‘cause he’s littler than me, but they’re chocolate to! And a little bit of strawberry. Yes, he’d like sprinkles,” Ino had no idea, “on one of the bowls, too. Just one though.”
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