There is a restaurant in Gaslight Village, East Grand Rapids, where the casual people-watcher may sit and take note of his surroundings. Seated near several large open windows, snatches of conversation may be caught by those with good ears and a bit of focus. September 3, 2008: about 3P.M.: Weather: Hot, with a 100% chance of sunshine. Two girls, approximately fourteen years of age, average size, dressed in tank tops and shorts of the most regular style leave an ice cream shop. They walk towards Wealthy Street, cones in hand, licking their dripping, yellow cake batter flavor ice cream. Pause in front of an open restaurant window.
"Oh my gosh, did we pay?"
Giggles.
"No, we forgot!"
"Hold this, I'm going back!"
She begins to hand off the ice cream.
"Should we just forget about it?"
Giggles again.
The other doesn't answer for a moment.
"Ok, let's just go."
"Ok."
Giggling, walking again towards Wealthy.
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