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Kat

Love it! When I was growing up, we ate this delicious snowy dessert anytime it snowed. We called it "snow cream". I think Blue Bell once had an ice cream flavor called snow cream.

Mom

got your title. kinda like "its not all that comforting that your therapist was in therapy to get over that his drunkard of a father broke his jaw" no?

Pita

I'm glad the story ended like that. I was getting nervous.

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