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food, and music, everything here makes it
the perfect place for a good time. Dad
and I grab some beers and walk around,
trying to decide what we're going to pig
out on first. A little girl runs up and
bumps against me, her fried ice cream
and my pants clash in the process.
"Oops." She grins up at me, and I
can't help but smile.
"Tell you what. Since I got in your
way, how about I replace that cone?"
