Lake Lewisia #643

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"What do you think," Evgeniya asked, arms spread wide to indicate the newly redecorated seating area of the ice cream parlor: painted icy blue, furnished all in transparent benches and tables, so hung with faux icicles the air sparkled and chimed. Jamil eased himself down cautiously onto a bench inset with resin to create the illusion of a frozen river studded with rocks and leaves so hyper realistic, he feared his clothes would come away damp, and said, "Sales have been pretty slow this winter, huh?" Evgeniya bared her teeth like an angry rat, insisting, "Ice cream is always seasonally appropriate!"

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