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A Letter To The Ice Cream Man:

Dear Mr. Ice Cream Man. Why must you park your truck with all its precious goodies; popsicles, frozen lemonade, novelties shaped like Spiderman, RIGHT in front of the T-ball field in the MIDDLE of their game? It makes no sense. Of all the fields to park in front of you chose the field with 4… Continue reading A Letter To The Ice Cream Man: