It is 10pm and the ice cream van has still not been round tonight. He is fickle, and not to be trusted. Tonight he has been peddling his tastey treats to some other estate. Some other man's hands are currently wrapped around a cone, as raspberry sauce drips sensuously over his wrists.
I try not to care, but his disloyalty just makes me want him more. I want to win him back to the arms of my street. I want him to return, and make it like the old times. I want him to shower me with chocolate buttons.
When will he return?
Nightcap
15 years ago
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