Short Lived Short Story 1~Melting

February 6, 2013
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He wiped the green crème off the bottom of his boot. His plastic gloves sported Christmas colors. He stepped over the crushed cone and broken bones as he made his exit from the ice cream parlor parking lot. And the girl wasn't even old enough to know why.

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