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With heart-shredding struggle, Dale escaped the liquid nitrogen ice cream demo after only three bowls: the surprisingly tasty spicy taco, the disappointing chocolate, and the lush coconut. He’d skipped the raspberry-lime, mostly because they ran out. Dinner had arrived in the con suite, and a lengthy queue waited for a slice of thick crust pizza. Dale’s stomach, buffeted between yet another peanut butter sandwich in a long line of the same, an acid-inducing atomoxetine, salsa, and too much heavily sugared dairy, rebelled at the sight of the stacked boxes and urged him away from all the food.
Dale had promised himself a dinner out this weekend. But presented with unique ice cream, he’d blown all those calories.
He’d had his afternoon pill, so at least he wouldn’t be dropping too many
