French Silk Pie Ice Cream

I get these urges. Like I have to squeeze a knee or a shoulder or a hand if a hug just can’t happen in that moment (like if I’m driving or they’re driving). I got an urge at lunch to throw a little rice cluster into a bowl of Ramen (channeling pebble tosses in the Detroit River over the summer). And well, the ramen splashed everywhere. (Ack! Sorry man.) I swear, it’s like I’mĀ a kidĀ sometimes.…

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