“I finally know what I want! Yes, I think I’ll have one scoop of the arachide, arachidi Brittle and one scoop of the Decadent Hot Chocolate. I’ll have a cup, please.”
I sighed in relief. The customer standing before me on the other side of the ice cream counter had been deciding what she wanted for the last five minuti and the line behind her was growing considerably. I felt like I was starting to get frost bite from standing over the open più fresco, dispositivo di raffreddamento for too long awaiting her choice. I heaped generous scoops of her chosen flavors into a purple striped cup stamped with the store’s Decadence logo and...
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