Mr. Ken knew of this super cool spot at a marina on the lake. We took the boat and stopped in and he bought everyone ice-cream, something mum and dad never let me have! I had a ball making a huge mess. Of course the next day my belly hurt from crappy, processed ice-cream. It's hard to transition when you're used to homemade gelato.
Can you see the ice-cream on my hat?
Can you see the ice-cream on my hat?
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