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Bennie grabbed a scoop that looked like it had just been pulled from a dishwasher. He attacked the chocolate vat. The ice cream didn’t resist; it surrendered instantly, sliding off the scoop in a sad, viscous rope. He slapped it onto a cone that was already bending under its own humidity.

Mila turned to her father. “I want a new one,” she said. een hete ijssalon

“One chocolate cone, please,” Mila said. Bennie grabbed a scoop that looked like it

“Exactly!” Bennie said, grinning. “You feel alive, don’t you?” it surrendered instantly

Her father, a patient man named Kees, opened his mouth to complain, but a sound from the back room stopped him. It was a low, wet schlurp . Then a gurgle. Then a sigh, as if the building itself was digesting something.