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Okay, here's your strawberry cheesecake. Would you like it in a cone or a cup?
Can I have both?
No.
Well then, I don't want one.
Look, Camilla, there are other people standing in line behind you right now, and here I am, waiting at the tubs with an ice cream scooper in my hand as you slowly make your decision.
Can you not make it any faster?
In that case, I want a cone then.
We're finally getting somewhere.
With a cup punctured through it.
Aargh- You're lucky we have a policy to be nice to customers.
Sweet. By the way, is it possible for me to sell the cookies here? I kind of have a little extra left over-
No. Just, no.
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Until I Say Goodbye | ✔
Short StoryWhen feisty (or high, depending) Camilla randomly peruses a number from the school directory to sell cookies, she ends up calling Kyle, a boy whom she has completely no idea how to deal with. Or rather, dial with. Things are going to get rather out...
