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Today my daughter opened her favorite chocolate ice cream—the same one she eats almost every day after school.
Everything seemed perfectly normal: the crispy waffle, the sweet aroma, the smooth chocolate coating. But after just a few bites, I was surprised to hear Imie say:
– Mom, look at this!
A second later, she screamed. Beneath the chocolate, in the creamy layer, lay something that chilled my blood.
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