Today I had a strong craving for ice cream. Vanilla soft serve in a cone, to be precise. I was telling this to two co-worker friends, and one of them pulled up Google maps to see where the closest Dairy Queen was. Unfortunately the one nearby had closed. The best he could do was Wendy's. Since he hadn't eaten lunch yet, he offered to drive me over there. He even sprung for my medium chocolate frosty. It wasn't what I had been craving, but it satisfied. It tasted like my childhood; like I was eating nostalgia by the spoonful.
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