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Sculpted "petals" of lush gelato on a slender cone – this was the ice cream that I saved with my unyielding iron grip, even while slipping on the pavement and unceremoniously crashing on my butt.
Slightly bruised in body and in pride, I clambered back onto my feet, checked and verified that my ice cream cone was intact – not a single drip on me, mind you – and continued in the pleasurable act of devouring it.
