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Not a heart.

A waffle cone.

I actually do not like waffle cones. Or ice cream cones at all. I worked in an ice cream shop when I was 14 where, in addition to a sick forearm muscle and waffle burn pattern on my elbow, I acquired a preference for  ice cream in a plastic cup.

I know. That makes me the lamest.

I waffle cone / love you too Heather.