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“...My cookie dough!”
She looked down at her now fallen cookie dough and vanilla soft serve ice cream. The ghost finally found a good chunk pocket change from people’s apartments from the complex she’s haunting and when she realized this ice cream shop was now owned a grandson of a man she use to know, she had to come over. Remembering when the man’s grandfather use just own a ice cart cart on the street.
Suppose while she was reminiscing too much that she let her hand slip. Looking up at a tall looking man with some dark pink or purple looking that is in line. “Excuse me, Mister Suit? Can you do me a solid and um...I don’t know spare a buck? I was a total goof and dropped my cone, please Mister?”
