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I was lying on my bed reading a book when I heard the faint sounds of his truck. The ice cream man was in my neighborhood. I hopped up out of bed and darted down the stairs and outside to the street. Looking up and down, listening for the twinkling sounds of his music for which direction he would be coming from.
A few more seconds passed as I listened and then I saw him! The big white truck with the pink ice cream cone on the top rounded the corner at the top of the street. No one was following him as he drove slowly toward me. I started jumping up and down. Waving my arms as my big tittles flopped this way and that.