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Submitted to Contest #53
Frank was so mad about the popsicle. Dramatic mad. But he was the one who wanted to do this during a heatwave. Did he expect me to sit in a hot sedan for who knows how long without even a teeny, tiny bit of refreshment? He was the one who asked if I wanted to stop for anything. “Coffee.” He grumbled. “Something like coffee. You know, something like grown-ups would get.” Whatever. A minute or so after he left the car with a scowl of disgust on his face, I had to concede his point. My hands were sticky and red, but my fingertips were deli...
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