Brrr. Why is it so oddly cold in here?
And dark?
Also stronlgy smelling of chocolate and something else sugary.
Nothing I need today.
But where am I?
I slowly get up and pull on a string which must lght up wthis odd place.
The room is lit.
Ah yes, an ice cream truck.
Wait…an ice cream truck?
What the hell happened last night?
About the author
Rain_On_Me
An igoo on the equator
I love my music that I hold by me on my mp3 player( I am against the infestation of the iPod) and reading.
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Published on March 09, 2008.
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