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As soon as the bell rang marking the end of the school day, the three of us squeezed into Skylar's worn-out hatchback, our breath fogging the windows and the heater blasting against the December chill.
Of course, Gigi took charge of the music, excitedly selecting her classic "holiday cheese" playlist that kicked off with a hilariously cheery version of "All I Want for Christmas Is You." By the time we parked in front of Joe's Ice Cream Parlor, we were all singing along, our laughter filling the car like confetti.
Joe's had remained unchanged for years, and that's exactly what we loved about it. The bright neon sign buzzed cheerfully in pink and blue, boasting "Homemade Since 1957." Inside, the delightful aroma of freshly baked waffle cones wafted from the old iron press behind the counter, mingling warm sugar and cool dairy, making our mouths water long before we reached the glass display.
