"Ice cream is happiness condensed." – Jessi Lane Adams
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"This is Waffle Cones, how may I–"
"Don't bother for a petite mademoiselle like moi, s'il vous plaît."
"Did you just mix French and English?"
"Indeedly so, it's called Franglais."
"That sounds lame."
"You're lame."
"Much thanks."
"Many welcomes."
"Such forgiveness."
"It's cold today."
"Eat ice cream."
"Did you even hear me correctly?"
"Eat more ice cream."
"I said it's cold, dumbass!"
"Eat more ice cream. Preferably from Waffle Cones. Just do it. Please."
"Is Melanie asking you to advertise?"
"So much."
"You don't wanna?"
"So much."
"Death threats involved?"
"So freaking much."
"Then you should tell Melanie to go fu–"
"..."
"..."
"Hello? What's going on? I only hear static. Sushi, are you there?"
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Waffle Cones (#1)
Short Story"Hello?" "Um, hey?" "Wait, you don't sound like my Aunt Kathy." "Unless I was miraculously converted into a member of the opposite gender and somehow related to whoever is on the other side of this call, then yeah. I'm not your Aunt Kathy." ...
