My sister is out on a first date tonight, to an ice cream parlour. Isn't that just divine?
The only slight woe is the lighting in Wagga's ice cream parlour is as harsh as a steel wool, but my sister is fabulous and I am sure her complexion is up to the challenge.
I asked her earlier what she would do if he ordered a bad bad ice cream flavour, like bubblegum. She said she'd run a mile. Dessert choice is so very important for future happiness.
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