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90 days of different

“She has a point.”
“Maybe I just like chocolate.”
“More than every other flavor?” Ella asked. “More than
every other flavor you’ve never tried? You know the guy has
thirty-one flavors, right?”
“Plus we have sherbet,” he added.
“I like chocolate.”
Ella pointed at the tubs of ice cream. “More than Baseball
Nut ice cream? More than Cherries Jubilee or Caramel Turtle
Truffle? More than the Amazing Spider-Man ice cream—it
even has the word amazing in its name. Do you like chocolate
more than Candy Corn?”
“That sounds disgusting.”
She shrugged. “That does sound disgusting, but how about
the classics, like Pralines ’n’ Cream or Rocky Road?”
“Isn’t chocolate a classic?” I turned to the man for his opinion.
“I guess in that case you should just have vanilla. It is the
classic and really boring.”
Great, I was being ganged up on by the guy selling ice
cream. Maybe Ella should text Luke and ask him to come here
as well.
“What have you got to lose by trying another flavor?” Ella
asked.
“She’s right,” the man added.
“You have nothing to lose except predictability. Well?”
Ella asked.
“I’m not even sure what I should have,” I said.

“It doesn’t matter as long as it isn’t chocolate,” Ella said. “Or
something like, well, chocolate chip or German chocolate or
mint chocolate. It’s time for something completely different.”

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