Dear Swirly cone you are my one true love,
From April 1st untill early Autumn you are there for me untill 10 on weeknights,11 on weekends. A dollar and nineteen cents is a small price to play for the amount of joy that you bring to me in either a cup or cone. Some days i just can't get enough and buy you in a large. My pants may be getting tighter but that won't prevent me from licking your sweet self all day. Sad day your there to make me feel better, happy day your there to help me celebrate. Your like the key to unlock my heart and love. Twisty cone you are my one true love.
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