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In the middle of Frogmore Street a little boy about four years old stands crying. Forlornly holding an empty wafer cornet  in his tightly clenched hand. Clumps of tears descending his cheeks; he wails and he stares deflatedly  at the two lumps of defrosting vanilla soft scoop as they relax all over the adjacent pavingContinue reading “Licks”