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At the playground Daddy bought me an ice cream cone. The ice cream was chocolate, vanilla, and cherry. I was licking it.
The cherry ice cream tasted like cherry fruit. The chocolate ice cream tasted like chocolate pie. The vanilla ice cream tasted like whipped cream.
I was walking in the grass and I saw a little boy running with his basketball. I held my ice cream up so the basketball wouldn't break it. The basketball bumped my shoulder and it hurt.
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