#682 Stolen Ice Cream

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landscape

painting

Mine

Stolen ice cream

On a quick,

Cheap wooden spoon

Firmly held by a charmer,

Who was considerably force-feeding

Seconds before the stealing

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There's this girl who keeps showing up at my apartment. I'm not sure how she does it, but she keeps convincing me to let her in; she practically lives here now. And some time ago, she convinced me to go to a theme park with her. Which might not sound crazy to you -- but I hate theme parks. Maybe hate is a strong word, but I can entertain myself very well, so I would never choose to spend the money. But again, somehow, she figured out a way to manipulate me. When we arrived, I felt stupid as I feared every attraction. And you can guess it; she convinced me to join her in taking the rides anyway. I don't know what it is. After we finished the whole park, she asked if I wanted to get some ice cream. Nausously, I told her I was watching my weight but that she could get some herself. So she got some ice cream. But she didn't even touch it much: she force-fed me until most of it was gone. Then she told me she was too full to finish the rest and that I had to finish it. And so I did -- all she said she wanted was one last spoonful, with which she scooped all the ice cream until the only thing I had left was confusion about how I got into this situation in the first place. Wish I learned something from this situation.