Everyone is downstream from someone else. I hear the Good Humor driver call, “Ice Cream, Ice Cream.” I thought he said, “I screamed.” Everyone runs to the truck, The pied piper of treats. Me next, me next, me. One lone child waits at the corner. An empty truck arrives. The driver smiles, “This one, I saved for you.”
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