Ice cream sweet enough for revenge

All the lights were on as I bounced through my small condo’s kitchen during the witching hour. A playlist of Spice Girls blasted from my laptop on the dining table as I lightly threw a mixing bowl covered in smooth peanut butter into my sink, lined with milk and already cluttered with dishes and spoons covered in chocolate and condensed milk. I took a spatula and scooped out, from a small yellow bowl, a mound of gooey Nutella I had melted in the microwave. The chocolate trailed in the air as I rushed my spatula into the half-frozen ice cream mixture quickly melting in a wide casserole dish. I surged the sweetness through the cream trying to get the swirls to a perfect size when I heard a sturdy knock on my door.

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