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Feb 10
Happiness is like an ice cream truck.

In our most innocent stages, it's a moment of exhilarating bliss. As the smooth ice cream bar danced across your taste buds, you knew everything would be okay.

But we're older now.

Ice cream trucks become ****** vans and anxiety.
We never had a chance.
Written by
Sage  18/M/Canada
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