"What a rare guest, Tom! What wind blows you here today?"
An old man with graying hair and a deeply wrinkled face walked out of the ice cream parlor. Wearing a flour-dusted apron and holding a sparkling clean glass in his hand, he looked with a smile at Tom sitting by the window.
"You've run a pub here for over a dozen years, yet I've never once seen you step across my threshold. What brings you here with such enthusiasm today? And,"
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