Ordering Ice Cream

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The young man entered the Ice Cream Palace and asked, “What kinds of ice cream do you have?”

“Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry,” the girl wheezed as she spoke, patted her chest and seemed unable to continue.

“Do you have asthma or laryngitis?” the man asked sympathetically.

“Nope,” she whispered, “just vanilla, chocolate and strawberry.”