The
other weekend I was at the beach and the sister of my one (half British) (half
Sudanese) friend who’s now also my friend came to join me.
The
previous day when I had been there, the (gigantic) (football player-shaped)
(mid-20s) (black) (male) ice cream vendor was out of change, and so we had
agreed that he’d owe me 50 cents the next time he saw me.
So, that day when I
heard the bells on his cart, I got up and went to meet him and ended up buying
an ice cream sandwich, and when I got back to where my towel was, my friend
popped up and was like, “I think I’ll get something too”, and she ran over to the
cart while I took my turn watching our stuff.
She then came
back with a red, white, and blue popsicle.
“It’s
been ages since I had an ice lolly,” she was like.
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