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My brief boyhood interaction with the maybe-not-so-innocent neighborhood ice cream man.
Sometimes all you need is just a little bit of ice cream...even in Cuba.
If you have to work in the food industry, you want it to be in an ice cream parlor, right...right?
Can ice cream ever really be replaced?
Can vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry survive the test of time?
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