A Poop * k8 * 88. Sweet Tooth - Age 17 The clean-cut young man, arm and arm with Petunia, pulled her gently into the ice cream shop. It was a crisp night, the kind that required a light jacket if one wanted to wander around outside.
“What flavor do you want, Petunia?” Vernon asked with a smile her way.
“Uh...I do have such a sweet tooth lately...I want ALL the flavors--” she giggled and blushed as Vernon ran a hand through his hair.
“I...I wish I could buy you all the flavors.”
“I’ll take chocolate. In a cup, not a cone.”
It was a good first date.
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