Tonight I promised Viv that we could get ice cream from the German ice cream truck (Eis Tony never fails to show up and ring his insane should-only-be-acceptable-for emergency-response-vehicles bell in our apartment parking lot precisely at dinner time). However, he didn't show up.She sadly made her way to the bathtub, but, low and behold, our doorbell rang shortly afterward and our friends, the Bs, had brought her something even better - and it was personalized!
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