As chapter two of how you know spring has returned to Latvia...the ice cream man is back on the train. A few minutes before the trains from Riga take of to their destination, a parade of guys selling stuff comes through the wagons. I have had no problem up until now resisting the guy who sells last month's magazines at a discount as well as the guy who sells flashlights, playing cards, batteries, sewing kits, and other random stuff. But today, the ice cream man returned. Please tell me how I am supposed to resist buying an ice cream for a mere twenty five santims when it gets paraded past me and people all around me are buying and eating them. Today I held strong, and stuck to my healthy after school snack of a rye bread sandwich and flavored water. But for an ice cream queen such as myself, this shall be a true test of will...
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