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~GRAY~
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I can’t believe I’d sit in a park eating ice cream because of any reason. How do people feel comfortable eating this? Kennedy made me come to the park after she dismissed her father’s arrival. I bought her ice cream and she forced me to buy for myself because she don’t wanna be the only person eating ice cream.
f**k me.
I frown and force myself to eat my ice cream as we sit in silence. She’s been awkwardly quiet as she eats her ice cream.
” Why the park Kenny?” I ask her.
” It’s pretty.”
I sigh and nod.
” Am I expected to finish this?” I ask referring to my ice cream. I haven’t taken a lot. Just little.
” Yes. Let’s be sad together.” She smiles at me and looks away.
I serve the ice cream and let it stay on my tongue before swallowing. How do people eat this.
” You’re gonna get ugly if you keep on frowning like that.” She tells me.
I roll my eyes and try to smile. This taste like sh*t. And it has to be strawberry ice cream. I can’t take this anymore.