There was something about ice cream. He wanted that he wanted a milkshake.
He didn’t remember liking them so much when he was younger, at the ice cream shop down town he just got vanilla in a cone. Or sometimes superman. Did they even make that anymore?
He pulled the door shut and locked it with the keys. There was a place it should still be open sort of in the campus, that did just that. Well it had grilled cheese and milkshakes. And that’s where he was headed.
He thought about whether he’d bring it back to his place. Or whether he would just eat it there. He could people watch at least. He locked his door from outside. And went down the stairs, there’d be a deal going on he thought. Something maybe he could buy his own tomato soup.
He didn’t remember liking them so much when he was younger, at the ice cream shop down town he just got vanilla in a cone. Or sometimes superman. Did they even make that anymore?
He pulled the door shut and locked it with the keys. There was a place it should still be open sort of in the campus, that did just that. Well it had grilled cheese and milkshakes. And that’s where he was headed.
He thought about whether he’d bring it back to his place. Or whether he would just eat it there. He could people watch at least. He locked his door from outside. And went down the stairs, there’d be a deal going on he thought. Something maybe he could buy his own tomato soup.