By: Tomos Land, Staff Writer Do you ever spend a long day at the beach and find yourself craving an ice cream on the way home? Since I moved to Vancouver, getting ice cream after a late night spikeball session at X̱epx̱páy̓em (Kitsilano) Beach has become a ritual. Unfortunately, the ridiculous length of the line on a summer’s evening has forced me to choose between catching the last bus or a scoop of the good stuff on more than one occasion. With every missed bus, I have become convinced that the root of all evil are those in front of…
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