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My mouth was sour milky, sticky, sickly from the burnt caramel ice cream that I tongued entirely as we walked towards Central Square on a hot summer night like you read about. I looked up and saw this building which somehow seemed like it was conceived and built just so I could take a picture of it at this moment. Now. Exactly like this. Exactly like my mouth and stomach and mind felt.