Ice cream in the afternoon.

Oh my god, look at this my hands are already trembling with anticipation. Its the sweetest, most decadent afternoon Ive had in ages. This isnt just ice cream, its pure, creamy, cloud-like straciatella heaven on a waffle cone. Im not even kidding my mouth is watering just thinking about that first, glorious, melty bite. Thats right, the kind of ice cream that melts in your mouth like liquid sunshine. The swirls of flavor? You cant even tell whats in there, but I know its got that dreamy, milky, slightly salty-sweet magic. And those little dark specks? Oh, thats the secret maybe crushed berries or chocolate, but Im not telling you what it is, because Im saving the surprise for when I take that first, perfect, sticky, delicious bite. Im already imagining the cold, smooth texture sliding down my tongue, the way it coats my lips, the way it makes me feel like Ive just won the worlds most delicious prize. This isnt just dessert, this is a moment.

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