WE FOUND YOU, MR. ICE CREAM MAN
We were out looking at a dining table for sale in one of those housing developments with all the twisty little roads when I heard the familiar siren song. After a few minutes of driving around with the windows rolled down -- turning off the engine at intersections, straining to hear which direction it was coming from -- we were finally able to hone in on his location.
It's as much about the chase as it is about the ice cream.
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