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Today Flynn was spending time with his Aunt Aina. She was fun to spend time with because Aunt Aina could ALWAYS be relied on to get him ice cream, which his mum never did and even if sometimes his dad did, sometimes his dad wouldn't because he got in trouble from mum for it.
He was sitting in one of the booths with his ice cream cone in his hand (and ice cream dripping down his hand), feet swinging. There were SO MANY sprinkles on his ice cream. Flynn was very pleased with how GOOD it looked, and even more pleased that there would be sprinkles in his tummy too.
And maybe sprinkles in his poops?
The almost-seven year old giggled and licked his ice cream. Aunt Aina had left him sitting here in the booth, needing to go run boring errands.
Ice cream with sprinkles was WAY better than errands.
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