We smiled as we took each other's hands and ran across the plaza to the little shop on the corner. Our stomachs were in our eyes and our noses to the window as we scanned the flavors for the one we wanted most. How could we choose when everything looked so good? In the end we selected on impulse and cheerfully exchanged our money for our cones. Then, licking our gelato, we walked to the river for a pleasant chat and stroll.
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