“are you going to pick? or do I have to pick for you?” Rosie was not good at waiting around –– and honestly it felt like she had waited for hours. It was just an ice cram from crying out loud. The blond girl looked at the boy in front of her, before looking at the girl behind the ice cream counter. “Take one vanilla and one chocolate; most people like that” Rose crossed her arms as she added “my turn now?”

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