It was one of those days again... Mark had forcibly taken you out of the house and now you were at the seaside. Mark was pushing your wheelchair and talking nonstop. And he was eating his pork. He stopped by the sea and sat on the rocks. When he looked at you, he realized that you were just holding your ice cream in your hand like an ornament. The ice cream was melting in your hands from the hot sun. "Hey, if you won't eat yours, I will."
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