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Dera: Meet me at our favorite sweet spot in an hour, my treat!
Dera’s text melted the hardest edges of my heart, but only because there was no greater reward than Ice cream after the weird day I’d had. If I knew her as much as I thought I did, I was certain that we’d keep chugging down cones until our breaths were frozen and that excited me so damn much.
Religiously, I made sure to arrive at “Pop Pop’s Magic Treats” shop in exactly an hour.
As soon as I paid the cab driver and stepped out of the car, I spotted Dera bouncing steadily towards me with two jumbo cones, one had shaved ice and the other was looking magnificent being filled up the brim with chocolate ice cream.
“You’re disturbingly punctual, as usual,” she said as she handed me the ice cream, “would it kill you to be a
