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TEXT: JP
Kaya: haaaaaappy birthday! i hope you have a great day, even if you ARE a donut thief šš
Kaya: if that sounded rude or remotely offended you at all, i promise to buy you a special birthday donut to make up for it!!!
@sillybilly: @kayathepinkranger Hey, @thequarterback, I love Kaya more than I love you #notmyrocky
@kayathepinkranger: @sillybilly @thequarterback Ahhhhh, my heart!! ššš
@sillybilly: @kayathepinkranger Have I ever told you you're my soulmate?
@kayathepinkranger: @sillybilly OH YEAH GO TELL JP
@kayathepinkranger: @sillybilly Sorry that was rude, I watched Rocky this morning and I'm too fired up
@kayathepinkranger: I have nothing solid to contribute but I think Star Trek is cool because they all colour co-ordinate their outfits.
@kayathepinkranger: And then everyone in Star Wars has pretty hair.
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When the woman before him recognised him, her cry of donut thief! filling the air, JP couldnāt help but laugh. He wasnāt laughing at her misery, not by a long shot, but it was kinda funny. And it was endearing, really, watching her face scrunch up all cutely, the rage on her face mingle with the way her nose twitched so irritably. Shaking his head as he watched her, he couldnāt help but think that, tiny as she was, she probably packed a pretty hefty punch. Or, at the very least, could hold her own in some capacity. She was pretty well in shape ā despite the same proclivity for baked goods that JP had ā and, given their location, he figured she was training up and keeping herself toned in some respect.
It was with that knowledge that meant he probably should have been taking good care to not actually upset the woman. Who knows? Maybe sheād flip a switch and break his nose. Like, shit, it was unlikely, but y'never know, huh? Admittedly, the little cutesy bears on her t-shirt were a little less intimidating, along with her stature and her cute, wriggly nose, but donāt judge a book, and al that, right?
āAight, aight. Ya got me,ā he nodded, throwing his palms up in surrender. They were only hastily wrapped, having only completed half of the job before heād bumped into the unsuspecting girl, but heād sort that out later. With a shrug of his shoulders, he dropped his hands to his side and let out a sigh. āI got the last donut. So sue me. In my defence, I kinda got there first. Hey, y'kna, maybe that Billy dude just likes me more, huh?ā
He snorted out another laugh then, knowing there was no truth to his words at all. He doubted Billy favoured his customers, especially when the barista knew fine well that JP preferred getting his donuts elsewhere. The Writerās Stop was great for a lot of things, but The Rabbit Hole was where JPās heart truly resided, and Billy knew damn well.
He was just beginning to wonder if they were done here, thinking that there really was only so much ground you could cover on the matter of donut theft, when he caught onto the rest of her accusation. Furrowing a brow in confusion, he simply eyed her, without so much as a notion as to what she was talking about. And ā wait, hold on. Did she call him jerk face?! Man, he needed time to process that.
With that out of the way, he opened his mouth to ask her just what she was talking about, when his gaze trailed down past her body, and landed at her feet, and the mess surrounding them. Groaning audibly, he winced at the sight. True to her word, there before his very eyes, was what he could only imagine had once been a perfectly good cupcake, now spattered across the floor and her sneakers. He cringed at the sight, realising that it had been his own carelessness that had caused the fatality, and he stared back at her apologetically.
āDamn, y'all. Iām real sorry, y'kna. Like, fo'real, I mean it,ā he told her, grimacing as he considered his error. Sure, it might just be a cake, but sheād probably been stoked to eat it and, as his mouth watered at the mere thought of the donut the was waiting for him, he could kinda relate.
āY'kna, real talk, I totally shoulda been watchinā where I was goināā¦ Anā I swear I didnāt do it on purpose, it was a total fluke,ā he insisted.
He doubted his words would hold much value, if the look on her face was anything to go by, and it occurred to him that their battle of the baked goods had somehow managed to leave a real sting for the woman before him.
āDamn it. Y'kna, lady, you look like you either ābout to burst into tears or sock me, anā I dunno what scares me more,ā he told her, hoping that maybe a little humour might lighten the mood. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he lifted a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. āUhh, I dunna, is there anythinā I can do to make it up to you?ā
Kaya didnāt really appreciate the laugh she was given when she identified the man that had bumped into her. A little huffily, she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. In all honesty, she wasnāt sure whether she was mimicking her son or if heād learned this from her whenever heĀ didnāt get his own way (ie, when she served up cake instead of carrot sticks for dessert - her baby boy was a weird one, thatās for sure). It did occur to her that calling him a jerk face hadnāt been her brightest move and maybe she should be grateful that he was laughing instead of yelling, but Kaya was used to men laughing at her and she still had trouble differentiating between good-natures chuckles and mocking cackles.
āWhat?ā she cried, her eyebrows shooting up.Ā āNo, Billy and I are friends.āĀ
It wasnāt the time or place to start second guessing every single interaction sheād ever had with the owner of The Writerās StopĀ but her mind began running rampant anyway. She wasĀ friends with Billy, right? True, sheād made friends with Harry first when the retriever had taken a liking to her bandana at the park and went up on his hind legs to try and get it. But any friend of Billyās dog was surely a friend of Billyās, right? Maybe he did like this donut thieving man better though...
āHmph,ā was all she said, too scared to lose the argument that she didnāt bother pursuing it, up until the manās voice turned genuine and her defenses dropped a little. Oh, he was being really nice now. Kaya was a sucker for nice people (read: anyone could plaster a kind smile onto their face, fake or not, and Kaya would accept it as the genuine thing). Time had given her cause to grow a little wary, but her mood was already wobbly and she didnāt have it in her to muster together the pitiful dregs of a confrontational nature she possessed.
āI believe you didnāt do it on purpose,ā she said eventually, nodding in acknowledgment. At his words, her bottom lip wobbled a little, her chin dimpling in that odd way it did whenever she was fighting back tears
āNo, no you canāt say that!ā she warned him, rocking up onto her tiptoes so she could frantically wave a hand in front of his face in an effort to silence him.Ā āIf you say anything about me looking like Iām going to cry then I willĀ start crying, so shh!ā
Falling back to the flats of her feet, she let out a sigh and tiredly ran a hand through her hair, rolling her eyes at herself. She knew she was being ridiculous.Ā āIām sorry. You were in line for the donut first. Itās just been... a day, you know?ā she wrinkled her nose and gave him a soft smile, figuring that like any normal human being who had their off-days then he didĀ know.Ā
Grimacing at the feeling of cupcake crumbs making themselves at home in the ridges of her sneaker soles, Kaya almost missed the manās question. When his words caught up to her, she automatically waved a hand at him.Ā āOh no, youāre - well, actually...ā she caught herself then tipped her head to the side in consideration.Ā āI couldĀ do with someone holding my punch bag for me. Most of the other guys around here arenāt willing to help.ā
The batting of her eyelashes made her words sound completely innocent, but her smile said something different.
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patricia potts sure knows how to treat a lady!!! BEST FOOD EVER.
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Mona was under no delusions. She knew, much as it irritated her, that she was only sixteen, and that she was still viewed as nothing but a child. Not a teenager with a mind of her own, but a child. It didnāt seem fair, but she tried her best to understand. She stood up for what she believed in; she wouldnāt not for a second, tolerate bullying, and she couldnāt possibly stand by any time she heard someone talking down to Joy, or to Floyd, or to anybody for that matter ā friend or foe. She stood by her convictions, and she tried to remain headstrong under any circumstances. But, at the end of the day, she was still justā¦ well, just a girl. She wasnāt anything special, she knew that, and she was still muddling her way through her teenage years, teenage crushes, and an abundance of school work that made her head spin. The confusing amalgamation of emotions that involved her missing home, Gramma Tala, her friends, and her desire for something more, for some kind of adventure, was puzzling to say the least, and sheād been known for her fair share of breakdowns and tantrums ā both of which were usually piled on top of her fatherās many other troubles.
She was a good kid, she liked to think, but she knew that any teenager could be a handful. She tried her best to not add to her parentsā load, but sometimes it felt impossible. They never seemed to see eye to eye ā her mother was more understanding, of course; she always had a shoulder to cry on, a few soothing words of encouragement, and always knew how to handle her husbandās temper, as well as her only daughterās mood swings. She was a saint, Mona had to admit.
One of their latest fallout had beenā¦ a little different to their usual clashes, but Mona still stood her ground and believed she was in the right. It had all started when sheād asked her parents if she could take up boxing. Sheād thought, if she was smart enough about it, that she could bring the suggestion to her parents, pitch a perfectly solid argument to her father, and at the very least make a good debate; but no. Heād given her an immediate, definite no. There was no arguing to be had, no compromise; he said no, and he wouldnāt budge. Mona had felt fit to explode, countless arguments and jibes on the tip of her tongue, but instead sheād been weak; sheād burst into tears, stormed off, and holed herself up in her bedroom with a loud crash as sheād slammed the door shut before anybody could dare follow her. There, sheād stayed all day; cuddled up with Pua at the foot of her bed. She could hear HeiHei clucking outside in the garden and, much as she desperately wanted to go see her treasured pet, she was in a strop and she wasnāt moving for anybody.
That was, of course, until her mom had stopped in to see her. After a little gentle coaxing, sheād convinced her to open up ā at which point Mona had insisted sheād only let her in, and that she didnāt want to talk to her father ā and had immediately pulled her little girl into her arms, rocking her as though she were still the babe sheād once been. It had taken a little crying, sniffling, and pouting on Monaās part, but after a while of begging and pleading with her mother, sheād heard her out. Mona had explained that, though it might be 2018, and that race attacks, misogyny, and plain old terror should have long since been left in the dark ages; they werenāt. And, much as it pained them all to think on the matter, Mona thought that was as justified a reason as any to want to learn to defend herself. She didnāt want to learn to punch people, to flip them on their backs, and break their noses just for fun. If she could help it, she didnāt want to have to put anything she learned into practice at all, but it was still something she thought a necessary part of her life. No man, no woman, no human, should ever feel defenceless, and she never wanted to.
And thatās what had lead Mona to where she was today. Her dad wasnāt a bad person. He was one of the best people she knew, actually, and the love he and her mom shared for one another was admirable beyond belief. In the end, heād seen sense. He wasnāt happy about the idea, but heād heard her mother out ā not Mona, never Mona ā and had understood her plight, and relented. Now she stood in the middle of a gym, surrounded by beginners much like herself, waiting for their trainer to arrive. She hadnāt heard much about Miss Langley, the lady whoād be taking their classes, but she was a little nervous despite herself. She envisioned this great, big hulking lady (maybe with a moustache, though she wasnāt sure why that visual popped into her head); her face contorted into rage, her biceps bulging, as she ordered them around. She supposed her father had helped instil some of the visual, insisting that whoever must be teaching these classes had to be huge and intimidating, and capable of handling themselves. Mona had been to exhausted to remind him that she was going to be learning as best she could, and that she hoped, despite her stature, she could be equally as intimidating with just the right amount of practice.
Instead of cowering away in the back of the room, huddling behind the other students and shying away from the action, she tried to keep her courage. She wanted to be strong, to show the others that she was just as capable as any of them ā even if she was the smallest person there. So what? Size shouldnāt matter. If she wanted to sock a dude right in the mouth, why couldnāt she?
Clad in her comfiest sweats, a tank top, and her favourite sneakers, she jutted her chin out proudly and stood tall ā or, as tall as she could manage ā and waited for the arrival of their instructor. Her fists remained balled at her side, mostly a reflex to stop herself from trembling, when heads turned expectantly as the door creaked open and the small class ā there was only about 10 of them there, at the most ā awaited the entrance of the ever terrifying Miss Langley. Only, the woman who enteredā¦ well, she wasnāt terrifying at all. Mona thought she was quite pretty, actually. And, in fact, she had to be only a couple inches taller than Mona herself. But, of course, looks were deceiving, right? Mona waited, expectantly, for the telltale signs of her crabby disposition, for her to let a loud and commanding bark at the class for silence.
Stood at the very front of the class, Monaās eyes followed her slowly as she entered the room, too nervous to say a word, when the silence was broken byā¦
āOh my God, I am so sorry!ā Mona cried out, her hands flying to her mouth in horror, her eyes wide. Harry Styles crooned his way across the room as her cellphone went off in her bag, and she scurried over to the contraption in an attempt to silence it, painstakingly awaiting the scolding that was sure to come. āIā¦ am so sorry, Miss Langley. It wonāt happen again, I promise.āĀ Ā
Kayaās job wasnāt something her father would have approved of in a million years. It wasnāt becoming of a young woman to go around teaching other girls how to throw punches, but Mr Langley failed to understand that Kayaās love for her job was so far from being on founded on brainless violence. Sheād suffered at the hands of someone who liked to smack down a woman just because it made him feel bigger, and so she strived to keep other women (and some men too) out of that same situation. It was the closest thing sheād ever come to saying fuck you to someone in her life.
But it was the final straw for her father. He had been frustrated when sheād left home, changed her name and not married Clark when Reuben was born out of wedlock. Heād wavered on how much his daughter meant to him when sheād thrown around āmindlessā accusations of Clark, his favourite employee, laying a hand on her, but apparently Kaya deciding to kickstart her own career outside of the family business had been what really pushed him over the edge. The money sent to Kaya to support her was cut and not a penny was sent his grandsonās way, even at Christmas time. An envelope sometimes arrived with twenty dollars from Kayaās mother, but those occurrences were few and far between. It had been hard at first, but Kaya was ultimately happier when she realised that standing on her own two feet wasnāt totally impossible. She could do it, and had continued to do so for the next six years after leaving Clark and raising Roo on her own.
Her walks to work (when she wasnāt being robbed of a donut) were filled with purpose and an eagerness to meet her class. Sheād become more popular in the kickboxing circles over the years, possibly because she wasnāt a large man screaming at people to hit the damn punch bag.
Unzipping her hoody as she walked into the gym she dropped her duffle bag by her feet and peered around at the women waiting for her. She recognised a lot of familiar faces that attended her class every week, but there were some newcomers too. She stood with her hands on her hips, Pink Power Ranger shirt on display, and was about to call the room to attention when an ex-boyband member got the job done quicker.
Her eyebrows shot up quickly as she looked around for the source of the noise, only to see a dark-haired teenage girl crouched over her bag, frantically trying to shut off the noise on her phone. A few chuckles rumbled around the room and Kaya ducked her mouth behind her hand to hide her own.
The girl returned looking embarrassed and red-faced and all Kaya wanted to do was scoop her into a hug and reassure her that everything was okay. Some people were prone to messing around in her class, a lot of girls preferring to take selfies in their cute gym gear instead of getting down to business and concentrating on their moves ā but Kaya had never had the heart to scold any of them, least of all a genuinely apologetic looking girl whoād done nothing wrong.
āI just wish it had been āCarolinaā,ā Kaya grinned, winking at the girl before her eyes bulged wide. āOh! Maybe that can be our first song! All in favour?ā
The majority of the women in the class raised their hands. Understandably. Kaya skipped over to the old boombox the gym had and plugged her own phone into the auxiliary cord, turning up the volume so the gym was filled once again with Harry Stylesā voice.
āOkay, everyone! Get into pairs, please! Directioner, youāre with me,ā she called, turning to her newcomer with a smile and making her way over.
āIām Kaya, by the way,ā she introduced herself. āWhatās your name?ā
TEXT: BILLY
Kaya: happy happy birthday may all your dreams come true I hope you like this birthday cake, I made it just for you!!! š
Kaya: Don't worry, I know that's just an emoji! But Roo and I will be around to drop off the real thing later! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BILLY
What happened to Reuben's father?
Heās still around... We just donāt really talk. It didnāt work out... Heās not the nicest person but he has rights, so Roo goes and stays with him sometimes.
I know weāre meant to thinkĀ Extreme CouponingĀ is ridiculous but Iāve been watching it all morning and itās made me realise that Iām really overspending on my laundry detergent.
Velvet top + plaid.
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JP loved a good workout, that much everyone knew. Between football, boxing, and the occasional hike with Farrah, he liked to keep his body in good shape, as well as enjoying the thrill of constantly staying active. He wasnāt doing it because he wanted huge biceps and a six pack, that just happened to be a bonus. No, JP enjoyed sports. There was a thrill that came from it, and he found a sense of relaxation within it all. That also meant that, despite his love of sports and the body that he had to show for it, he wasnāt opposed to letting loose and pigging out. At the end of the day, while he hoped that someday heād maybe make a career out of the sport of his choice, he did it because it was fun and it made him happy; just like donuts made him happy. He wasnāt worried about that whole a moment on the lips, forever on the hips crap that heād heard Rose spouting off about. Nah, he wanted to enjoy his life ā whether that meant scoring a touchdown in a final against their biggest rivals, or stuffing himself with sugary goodness.
He knew people that didnāt get it ā like that Vince guy that he sometimes saw Iris hanging out with. He was so damn concerned about is looks, and keeping himself in perfect shape, that the guy hadnāt looked at a single piece of junk food leading up to he and Irisā last track meet. Hell, even Iris wasnāt that uptight about her schedule, and that girl was a beast. Pushing those thoughts aside, however, he set his sights on the task at hand. He had, like, fifteen minutes to get to the Axiom and, with The Rabbit Hole way off the beaten track, he knew he wouldnāt be able to make it in time before he had to hit the gym. Instead, heād have to keep focus, and head to The Writerās Stop instead, knowing it was right on his way. Slipping in the front door as quick as he could and shooting a quick nod in greeting towards Aaron, he sped forward to beat the queue as he noticed a flurry of people edging towards the counter.
Wasting no time, JP spotted the last donut, let out a strange little cry ā that was somewhere between a sigh of relief and a strangled, woeful sob that it was the only one ā before resting his chin on the counter and nodding at Billy. āY'kna what to do, my man.ā
Grinning as Billy laughed and retrieved the donut, he barely noticed the woman beside him; not until heād handed over his cash and heard her make her own order. Shooting a glance to the side, he noticed the downturn of her lips and wondered what had gotten her so bummed out. She was kinda cute, too, and if he werenāt running so late, he might have stuck around to see if he could work a little smile onto her face.
Well, until she turned to face him, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. Oh, snap. She wanted the donut. Biting down on his lower lip and holding back the outbreak of laughter that threatened to break free from his throat, he merely nodded at her respectfully, his lips trembling in amusement. Clearing his throat, he noticed Billy watching the two intently, making no attempt to mask the humour on his face, and so JP shrugged and smiled at her. āOh, trust me, we will.ā
Letting out a roar of goodnatured laughter, he tipped his head back before turning on his heels and heading out the door. Aw, man. Like, it totally sucked for her, but first come, first serve. Besides. He had a rigorous training session ahead of him, and he needed some kinda bait to get him through it. With sore cheeks from laughing, he hopped to it and rushed off towards the Axiom, cutting down side streets, hopping Terryās garden fence ā he figured he wouldnāt mind ā before sliding in through the front door of Hatāll Do It, shooting a perplexed, but mostly understanding, Professor Madigan a wink, and tumbled out of the back door, before jogging the west of the way to his destination. He knew Cherry Grove like the back of his hand at this point, which meant he knew how to get places quick. Quietly smug, he hurried inside and headed straight to the locker rooms to change, knowing he only had a few minutes to get inside and warmed up. Or, if he wanted to stay on schedule, anyway. It wasnāt that he had to be in there for any particular time ā there were no allotted time slots, unless you were some rich suit who reserved the damn place like an asshole ā but he had a busy day ahead. He wanted to get a couple hours in the gym, then to head upstairs and see Molly, and then get home to Beau. Heād spent almost a full day begging her to let him take her to the movies that night; she hadnāt budged at first, but heād insisted, telling her he really wanted to see that new Hugh Jackman musical, and sheād eventually given in. He couldnāt be late, and he couldnāt bail on her.
Slinging a clean towel over his shoulder, knowing it would come in handy, his eyes were lazily trained on his hands as he wrapped them, and he barely registered the obstruction in his path untilā¦ well, until he collided with it. Letting out a gentle ooff sound ā one that you wouldnāt exactly associate with a man of his size ā his head snapped up, his eyes landing on a small blonde standing before him. And, hey, she was familiar!
āUh, sorry, wasnāt watching where I was goinā,ā he apologised, taking a step back from the woman and giving her some space. Then, his lips stretching into a wide, mischievous grin, he added; āAnā I s'pose I should be sayinā sorry for earlier, too, huh? But, y'kna, finders keepers anā all that.ā
Having to deal with the realisation that she wasn't going to be the owner of the donut, Kaya spent the next few seconds trying not to let that completely affect her mental outlook on the day. Maybe it was a little bit dramatic but a donut really would have brightened up her afternoon a little bit, and now it wasn't to be. It would have been easier to accept if the man who had got the donut wasn't being so smug about it and she gaped at him as he joyfully declared that he would have a good day with his donut before making his way out of the cafe. Kaya was left standing there, completely appalled, and turned to Billy.
"Did you see that?" she asked. It was clear that he had but clearer still that there was nothing he could do about it so Kaya sulkily paid for her cupcake which paled in comparison to the sprinkled donut and let that be that before walking towards the Axiom.
She allowed herself to slow to a brisk walk instead of jogging to the gym, wanting to keep the cupcake safe in her bag so she wouldn't squash it, but also to savour the ease of which she could journey to the Axiom without worrying about whether or not it would have hit capacity for the day. She knew it would be a different story next week when the New Year came around and people were practically breaking down the doors of the gym to make good on their New Year's Resolution to keep fit. Kaya hadn't decided what her New Year's Resolution was going to be yet, but it would probably be something along the lines of making sure Reuben stayed happy while living with her, even if his father did have more money and could shower him with expensive toys and computer games. It was a good thing her son wasn't materialistic or Kaya would have lost him to Clarke's six-figured salary ages ago.
When she reached the hotel, she pushed past that same daunting feeling that told her she shouldn't be here when it was filled to the brim with Cherry Grove's richest socialites who would probably sneer at her Care Bears shirt. For good measure, she wrapped her cardigan firmly around herself before she got the locker room where she relaxed a little. it didn't matter what anyone wore here because they'd all be drenched in sweat by the end of their workout. She shoved her cardigan into her locker and took her cupcake out of her bag before shoving the latter in there too. Knowing it was unhygienic to eat in a locker room of all places (although she figured the ladies' was ten times cleaner than the men's), Kaya made her way into the tiny corridor that separated the locker rooms from the main gymnasium.Ā
Licking her lips as she held the cupcake in her hand like some sort of rare and precious artifact like Indiana Jones looked for, she began to feel a little guilty for thinking that it was any lesser than a donut. It was perfectly iced after all, and had one of those plastic kiddie rings sticking out of it that would join her and Roo's collection at home. Perking up a little at the sight of it, Kaya lifted the cake to her lips when she was suddenly jostled from behind. The shock of the collision made her jump and the cupcake flew right out of her hands and fell to the floor, smashing into a splatter of inedible icing and crumbs.
Swiveling around at the sound of an apology, Kaya knew better than to start fussing over something that was an innocent mistake. Despite the fact she could flip a large man over her shoulder and onto his back, Kaya wasn't a confrontational person at all and she ready to reassure the man that she was alright when she caught sight of him and felt her eyes bulge.
"Donut thief!" were the first words out of her mouth as she pointed at him accusingly. Immediately, when her actions caught up to her, she blushed at once. Her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish and she knew she must look like a peculiar sight: pigtailed and gawping and dressed in an old Care Bears shirt that looked like it shouldn't have lawfully been allowed to make it past the 90s, with her trainers covered in the remains of her fallen cupcake. The reminder of that made her look down at the sweet.
That had been two cakes the man had made her lose today!
"First my donut, then my cupcake!" she huffed, then gave another little breathy huff for good measure. Before she could stop herself, she set her jaw and pouted up at the man before quickly uttering, "Jerk... face."
As soon as it left her lips, she clamped her hand over her mouth, taking a minute to look regretful. But then her tummy gave a little tell-tale rumble, reminding her that she was hungry so she dropped her hand by her side again and attempted to look defiant but her irritable nose twitch that was an awful and annoying tic just made her look like an upset bunny rabbit instead.
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Iā¦ never actually tried that. I canāt believe Iāve never tried that, what even?
Bubs! You should try some. Youāre only a couple of gummi worms away from a balanced diet.
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That would make it less healthy, yeahā¦ Iām more of a sucker for sweet and salty. Or spicy.
What about sour? Like gummi worms.
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Popcorn is healthy! Itās just corn that popped with hot air. Itās just the things you add to it that might be unhealthyā¦
Like butter or toffee? Because I donāt like my popcorn without at least one of those.
