The tears dripped down my face, and the icecream melted down the cone into the napkin and across my wrist. I scrambled to wipe it away, lick the sides of my cheeks, the cone. The icecream kept running, the tears kept coming and I couldn't keep up. The free hand swiped at my face, dragging itself across my nose and eyes. It could have held a hand
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