School was out, and it was sort of a buzz outside the corner of Christian and 7th Street. The South Philly sun beat down on the crowd of people standing between me and the window at John's Water Ice, giving me plenty of time to rehearse. "Wooder ice," I whispered. "Wurterr." I was workshopping my best Tina Fey Delco accent. When in Rome, ya know? Lemon. Cherry. Pineapple. Chocolate. Unlike plenty of other stands serving Swedish Fish, banana split, and every flavor under the s
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