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FreeWheel Into The Woods

It was just an ice cream cone. Cake cone with Quarterback Crunch, perhaps a subliminal choice due to my passion for football. Perhaps a chance to go wild and dance on a table, if I could. But it could have been black molasses for all I cared. I was out of the house at Baskin & Robin with my littlest one watching her Rainbow Sherbert swirling down her chin.

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