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If you were an icecream cone, first I would tell your parents. Then I would put you in the freezer, to keep you from... to keep you from... from melting. But being to the freezer wouldn't keep you from being eaten. But that might be the least of your problems. You'd be in the most horrible state of isolation. No lights, no one to talk to... you can't even move. I think you might want to try... melting. It's another state. Don't be afraid. Forty thousand cones and cups every day. More cowbell.
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