and she was never heard from again

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Do I have issues, or should ice cream trucks not be allowed to play anything in a minor key? Especially if the music, which already sounds like a haunted music box or the tune floating out of that tent at the shady carnival that the creepy fortuneteller tried to warn you away from, also has a creepy grinding percussion section that sounds like putting your ear up to one of those clockwork cymbal-banging monkey toys right before it breaks down? Especially if it's blaringly loud and the sound, growing fainter and almost ghostlike but still audible, follows me into the house and upstairs? And especially if it's a grey and silent afternoon with no one around outside except a small stream of children converging--quietly, without running--on the truck, which has a badly-drawn animal mascot mural on one side with writing that appears to have been done freehand? It's not just me, right?

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[sohotrightnow]

D:

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INORITE. They actually only started allowing ice cream trucks in this neighborhood (technically its own city with its own weird laws) about a year ago, which I thought was awesome and long overdue since there's like fifty small children to every block around here, but I may have to change my opinion.