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JOSIE DE LA FUENTE; 38 + she | her + model ⭐⭐⭐ "everyone saw a princess but inside she was on fire, crashing and burning." +var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5627594"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

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—KALLIE SODERSTROM.

“Oh thank God,” Kallie sighed and turned to the woman next to her. “I was worried I would be the only one who didn’t know what she was doing.”

Kallie glanced around and took notice that she seemed to be the only one who wasn’t taking this gravely seriously as well. What kind of sticks were these people shoving up their asses to make them so serious about sitting on the ground and breathing calmly? That was one thing she’d noticed since moving to LA; people were very serious about things, but they were the opposite kind of things that people would be very serious about in a place like New York. Other places in the country they were invested in their jobs and the stock market and shit. Here in LA, god forbid if their green smoothies didn’t have the correct amount of wheatgrass, or if some blonde reality star so much as uttered a whisper during their pop-up meditation class.

“Are you from here?” Kallie asked the woman who had answered her. “Can you give me an answer why all these people are so… into this stuff?”

"You’re definitely not the only one,” Josie confirmed, attempting to make the other woman feel a little better. “I bet it’s not just us too. You know Hollywood - full of people great at acting,” she joked, although the sentiment was still very true. Josie wondered how many people were into this and how many people were pretending to be into it. Even Josie was good at pretending to like something if she was with a crowd that required her to be.  She shook her head at the next question. “I was born a New Yorker,” she admitted. “Although, I guess I’ve technically spent most of my life here. I came to LA after college.” Still, she thought of herself as a New Yorker, even though she only went back on short visits. “People like anything that seems trendy in any way - this must just be one of those things.”

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Diane Guerrero photographed by Lelund Durond Thompson

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—HARVEY KENSINGTON.

“You’re just jealous.” Although it wasn’t her who was actually jealous, and he knew that. Andrew was the one who had an issue with them being friends. Which he had no reason to – yet. Whenever Harvey was dating someone he always did his best to keep them separate from Josie, even though that was easier said than done. He wasn’t oblivious to the dynamic that the two of them shared, but it still took him a while to realise that no woman he dated was ever going to be fully comfortable with Josie. He supposed he couldn’t blame them - she was beautiful, the two of them had a past, and clearly they both still cared about each other. Her name had come up in a few of his breakups back when they were in college, but he’d also cheated on them all with her. So fair’s fair. 

“So, that’s a lie.” He knew they weren’t supposed to even really talk about how things used to be, but there were times when he couldn’t help himself. And Andrew wasn’t around, which made it even easier to forget about his existence. As long as he ignored the ring. He passed Josie the little recipe card they’d been given - the instructor was wondering around to help here and there. If his hand lingered on hers while he spoke, then sue him. “We were both very sober. I know, because I’m pretty sure I didn’t you didn’t make it out of the bed for a few hours before you played chef.” He tapped on the recipe card as she asked, his demeanour switching to be more casual. “Spaghetti carbonara, apparently we’re even making the pasta.” He poured the flour and salt into the bowl as they were told to. “Pretty sure we’re hand mixing this, are you gonna get it under your nails?” He teased, making a well in the center of the mixture and sliding the bowl infront of her so she could add the eggs. 

Josie typically avoided the women Harvey dated. She was quiet about it and didn’t make a big deal because she knew she had no right to make a big deal. She had met a few of them just (it was hard to avoid meeting them all), and she did her very best to be kind and polite. Yet, she had a hard time truly wanting to like and get to know any of them. Andrew had caught on, but Josie veiled it with the excuse that Harvey never kept any of them around long enough to make it worth it. ‘I’ll get along with them when he finds one he wants to keep around,’ she would joke. To Harvey though, she would pretend that she was sad not to see it work out. There were many years where the two of them didn’t see each other so she didn’t have to see who he was with (outside of on social media), but she was right back to that situation now that he had come back to coach for the Rams. They were seeing each other fairly regularly anymore, although they were trying hard to be different. Andrew had gone from boyfriend to husband in those years of distance, so she was trying to be faithful... however difficult that might be for her. It was ironic that Josie was thinking about how good they were trying to be as Harvey threw a curveball to test that theory. She elbowed him in the side discreetly as the instructor walked by to another pair, once again reminding herself that there were always watchful eyes nearby when you were in the public eye to any degree. “Stop it,” she said, although her tone had zero force to it and she was trying to will away the smile that was creeping its way onto her face. She cleared her throat, trying to put more of an even expression back on her face as she read the recipe card. One eyebrow raised, Josie looked over at him with surprise the idea of making her own pasta. “Luckily, I’ve got a nail appointment in a few days anyway,” she remarked as he tried to tease her about her nails. One thing that did come to mind was the few rings on her hands, though; those might have to come off when it came to it. She reached for the eggs, carefully trying to crack the eggs needed into the bowl and avoid any shell dropping inside of it too. Some people could do it so easily, but Josie wanted to make sure their bowl was shell clear. She reached for the whisk to complete the next step before handing the bowl back to him to take his own turn.

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—THALIA ACINDINA.

She didn’t really mind answering the question that Josie posed. As long as her father’s name or his company or anything like that came up, she was pretty good at talking about her past. It hurt, there was no questioning that, but it was better to let it out than try to keep it all in, especially when it came to her mom. “My mother left a long time ago, without a word. It was hard to see her family after that. And I stopped going to Puerto Rico when I came out here.” 

Thalia flashed a smile at Josie, listening to the instructor before they sent them on their way. Thalia pulled the electric mixer front and center between the two of them. “So we need 4 tablespoons of butter in here. If you want to start that? I can measure the flour.” As they began to work, Thalia spoke again. “I don’t blame you for not using a clean slate properly.  One of my goals for this year is to try not to eat out as much, but alas, what did I do yesterday? I went out for Thai food with my best friend. To be fair though, it’s hard to resist a craving for Thai food and I can’t cook Thai food at all,” she explained, mostly justifying it to herself.

Josie could understand what Thalia was talking about. While it was a different scenario, her father had never been particularly present either. She didn’t really know where he was at, and he checked in with her mother much more quickly than he did with his daughter. Josie spent most of her formative years with her mother, her mother’s current husband, and her abuela. The husband swapped out off and on. “I get it,” Josie said with a nod. “I spent a lot of my teenaged years trying to get my dad’s attention,” she continued, not going into too much detail. Her tone was a little amused as she said it, mainly just to keep it lighter. “He wasn’t around much either.” “I can do that! I can handle simple jobs,” she said with a laugh and a nod. Josie reached for the butter, reading the label on the stick and chopping off the appropriate amount. She chuckled as Thalia retold her Thai food story. “I try to eat healthy when I can. I’m a model, so there’s that line you have to dance when it comes to weight and food. I try to be good about it, and then give myself cheat moments occasionally.” Models had so much to deal with when it came to weight. Sure, there were different varieties of models, and it seemed like even plus sized models had their own weights they had to meet. The whole industry was good about shaming women, and after so many years dealing with it, she was kind of ready to take another path. It didn’t seem like it was going to be possible, though. “What do you do?” she asked, keeping on with the same topic.

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—KALLIE SODERSTROM.

Where: LA Resolutions - Meditation class

When: Sunday, January 5th

Who: Open!!! - @thejunglestarters

Kallie hadn’t ever really been into the whole yoga-meditation-raw vegetables-hemp-namaste kinda thing. But it seemed the whole god damn city of Los Angeles was, and if she was going to be an Angeleno, Kallie figured she might as well start doing as the Angelenos did. Which meant forcing herself into this meditation class. 

“I’m really paying to just sit here quietly with a bunch of strangers,” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes and closing them again. The instructor was leading some kind of humming thing that they were supposed to follow, which Kallie attempted before needing to stop in order to stifle a laugh. She opened her eyes again and turned to the person on her right, keeping her voice down. “Isn’t this something that’s like… completely possible to do at home? For free?”

Meditation had never been something Josie had tried before. Yoga? Sure. She wasn’t a complete yogi, but she liked a good yoga class occasionally. It was a good exercise and much more enjoyable to her than going to the gym. She figured she might as well try out the class, especially since she liked yoga, although it did seem a little odd to just sit silently. At least with yoga, she was actively doing something. Her body was stretching, she was concentrating on whatever pose she was doing; it built stamina and flexibility. What would meditation do? Outside of maybe leave her to her own thoughts... which seemed potentially terrifying. Josie chose to stick it out though, ultimately parking herself in a spot and hoping she came out of the class with clarity opposed to anything else (unlikely). It wasn’t easy though, because that feeling that it was just silly continued to run through her brain. She poked open an eye occasionally, not sure if they were allowed to be open (it felt like not), and as she did so, she heard the person next to her speak. Josie tried to stifle a snort, because she wasn’t wrong. “You’d think so,” she said, keeping her voice low to avoid being on the receiving end of someone’s death glare. “I’m waiting to see if it’s going to prove me wrong.”

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—ROMY ASANTE.

“Yeah, the hottest piece of alien ass you’ve ever seen.” She paired the comeback with a poke of her foot into Josie’s calf. “Or maybe it’s a total scam and they’re here to fuck with people.” There was no real fear of any of these possibilities in Romy’s mind, but she was always one to pull up some drama when it was available. She’d also been waiting for a good fifteen minutes and waiting had never been something that she was particularly good at; patience may be a virtue, but it isn’t one of hers. “My tattoo has a purpose, dick. You’re mean today, missing your writer-man?”

"Something tells me that would be a horrible idea,” Josie mused aloud. “There are too many people here who would just sue the fuck out of someone scamming them.” She said it was an amused tone in her voice, although that was a very real scenario to consider. Some celebrities were just dramatic enough to sue over something much smaller, so a scam definitely wouldn’t go over well - even if that were a legitimate idea. Josie rolled her eyes as Romy seemed to take her comment personally. “Touchy. I wasn’t talking about your tattoo. I was just talking in general,” she said, ignoring the additional comment of her husband. 

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—THALIA ACINDINA.

Thalia beamed at Josie. It was always wonderful running into someone that knew how it felt to be Colombian, at least in part. “I never lived there, but my mother did. She came to America when she was 17. But my father’s family is actually from Puerto Rico. So we always had yearly visits to both Colombia and Puerto Rico, at least when I was a kid.” When they went while she and her sister had been young, everyone was so happy. It was a simple time, but as each year went on, each visit got less happy, but it was much happier than being at home. 

“I don’t know. I like the parties, it’s fun to see most people trying to end out the year on their terms. But, I do much prefer the next day. It feels fresh…I guess? Not necessarily new, but like I have a whole new chapter to write and I can build on the rest.” She shrugged her shoulders, unsure if she explained herself well.

"My family has been in America for a few generations. My abuela grew up there, but they moved when she was young. My parents just happened to both be Colombian, and they met in New York. My dad’s family has been here even longer.” She really enjoyed her yearly trips, still even taking part in them as an adult. She could do without all the close, personal time with her family, but the trip itself was mostly enjoyable - especially when she broke off onto her own. “What made you stop going?” she asked, hoping that she wasn’t prying and wouldn’t mind at all if Thalia side stepped out of answering the question. Josie nodded as she listened, definitely understanding. “I get that! I always enjoy a new, fresh slate... not that I always use it to it’s complete advantage,” she laughed, even though it was a little painfully true. The instructor began calling the class’s attention, directing them to reference the recipe at their table and gave them a brief overview, but ultimately was going to have them follow the recipe and guide them as they went in their pairs. She looked over at Thalia. “Ready or not, I guess we’re doing this!”

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—HARVEY KENSINGTON.

“Are ya kidding? Your cold hands are perfect for baking - Ofelia told me.” Harvey had spent far too much time with Josie’s family for it to be entirely normal. He liked spending time with them - given that they were always entirely lovely to him with no criticisms to give. It made a big difference in comparison to being with his family in Texas. He’d also be lying if he claimed he didn’t get a kick out of the fact that Ofelia loved him, whereas she had nothing but catty things to say about Andrew. Childish, perhaps, but seeing that man’s face scrunch in annoyance was one of the few joys in life that were reserved for Harvey alone. Petty, he knew. 

He pushed off of the counter, rolling his sleeves up so that he wouldn’t get them covered in sauce or flour or whatever they were about to make. Harvey could cook some basic things, but there was nothing exciting in his recipe book. He wasn’t the type to make a meal at home for any of the women he saw, he always went out somewhere. Josie would be the exception to the rule. It didn’t do to dwell on that, though. “Besides, if you fuck it up then I can pretend that I was definitely not to blame, right?” He nudged her with his elbow as he said it, passing her an apron as he tied his own behind his back. “If I remember though, you do make a pretty great Pot Noodle - didn’t you add paprika one time?”

"The closeness you have to my abuela is bizarre,” Josie said, shaking her head. Of course, things between Josie and Harvey had never been something you could boil down to one easily term. She said they were best friends, college friends, whatever variation of their friends term she could think of in the moment that she explained it to people, but they had never been just that. They were trying to be now, but wasn’t easy. Her abuela didn’t help matters (additionally, neither did her mother) by being so chummy with Harvey. He even seemed to be in the family group chat - something Andrew didn’t need to know considering that would only make him even more on edge. He was already giving her the ‘I don’t like you hanging out with him’ talk often. Soon enough, she’d be hearing ‘want’ instead of ‘like’ in that statement. Andrew was insecure about Harvey, and Josie supposed she couldn’t blame him about it. She told herself that she should be a better person, but making the best choices had never been her strongest suit. Josie shook her head as she tied her apron, keeping the grin that threatened to expose itself back. “Nope - I’m going to blame it all on you if this goes bad. Just a forewarning.” A wave of nostalgia hit her when he brought up that old memory, and she continued to talk just to keep her mind from lingering on other activities that had happened during that day. “I’m pretty sure I was high when I tried that, so I don’t feel like I can accurately take credit for adding anything else to make it better,” Josie laughed, knowing it probably wasn’t much of an exaggeration. She spent most of her college years either drunk or high, or maybe riding off a hangover or a high. Not one of her shining moments, but it was the truth. “Do you know what we’re making?” Josie asked, peeking around to see if there were any instructions, or if it was something where they’d have to follow the instructor. She didn’t see any instructions, but it didn’t mean the person in charge wasn’t prepared to pass them out and send them off on their own in a few minutes.

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—ROMY ASANTE.

Romy and Josie weren’t particularly close, but given Romy could count the number of decent friends she had on one hand, she did consider Josie one of the better friends she had. One of the worst parts of going to rehab was the realisation that the people she’d been spending her days and evenings with for the last few years were all entirely fake. It wasn’t too surprising, given they’d been leaking pictures of her to the press for god know’s how long, but it was still a rude awakening. “Unless they fuck it up and I look like an alien.” She hoped she hadn’t said it loud enough for any of the artists to hear, but she wasn’t too scared either way. Reckless decisions were her forté. “Get one with me!”

"As if you don’t already look like an alien,” Josie deadpanned, trying to keep the mood light. “I’m sure they wouldn’t have brought tattoo artists that would fuck it up. Plus, what you’re getting is pretty simple.” She finished off what she was saying with a shrug, looking quickly to see if any of the tattoo artists were listening, but they all appeared to be ignoring them. Josie had tattoos, and she wasn’t any stranger to reckless decisions, but getting a tattoo for her had to be more than just for the hell of it. “I don’t have anything that I want right now,” she said, shaking her head lightly. “I like for my tattoos to purpose - consider me old fashioned.”

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—THALIA ACINDINA.

Thalia laughed with her. She wasn’t sure she could be a protégé if someone with actual baking talent came to sit beside her. “I think all abuelas are masters at cooking and baking. When I visited mine in Colombia when I was 8, it was the best week of food I’ve ever had.” Her heart panged at not having spoken to her abuela for years and years, but when your mom runs off without a word, there’s not really a point to talk to her family. 

She placed the ingredient card between her and the other woman. Noticing the hand, Thalia took it, smiling as she took the woman in. “I’m Thalia.” She paused, remembering Penny’s advice to be open to new people. “How was your New Year’s?”

Obviously her family was not the only one from Colombia, but anytime another person mentioned that, she couldn’t help but get a little excited to come across another Colombian. “My family’s from Colombia, too! I mean, none of us have ever lived there, so it’s mainly just distant relatives that are there now, but we go every year for a trip.” Her family had made money in New York a few generations ago, and no one had ever looked back. They had all seemingly come to Los Angeles along with Josie, primarily because her family didn’t need to be in New York to hold onto that old family money, or for her mother to find someone else wealthy to marry. There were just as many wealthy people in Los Angeles, just a different breed of people. “It was good,” she said, although it really wasn’t anything particularly fancy. Josie went to a party with her husband, but it was more his friends than anything, so she could’ve done without that particular gathering. Still, she had to be social, and Andrew had wanted to go. “Just another year, though. It feels a little sillier every year to celebrate the Earth just making another trip around the sun.”

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—HARVEY KENSINGTON.

Where: Italian cooking class, LA Resolutions

When: Saturday 4th of January, 2020

Who: Josie @josefinadelafuente​

This was not strictly against their rules. Not that their rules were set in stone anyway - or even spoken out loud. It went unsaid between the two of them that things could not be allowed to fall back into their old routine. That meant no sneaking around behind Andrew’s back, no stealing a kiss when everyone else had turned their back. It definitely meant no fucking in the cloakroom, that had been close to being a disaster last time. So they were just friends. And Harvey hated Andrew, which had nothing to do with him being married to Josie. That bit was a coincidence. 

Still, Josie had mentioned that she was also at Resolutions, and it would’ve been weird for them not to get a class together. They were college friends after all. Some guy had elected to walk over to the workbench where Harvey had arrived early to nab them some space to share, and was now telling him all about his ideas for the Rams. “I think you really need to look into tightening that defence - not that I’m telling you how to do your job, dude.” Except he clearly was. He was about to fob him off with another line about strategic intentions when Josie walked in, and Harvey no longer cared about this man’s opinion, the room lighting up as she entered. He excused himself from the guy and leaned against the counter, if only to avoid reaching out to hug Josie in broad daylight. You couldn’t be too careful. “Hey there, supermodel. Wanna make some pasta?”

When Josie heard about the Resolutions event, she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to go. Her husband had a small book tour that he was on to build up some more good publicity on his newest novel, and Andrew had made little remarks here and there about how it would be nice if she joined him since she had a little time before she was going to do all the different fashion weeks. The event gave her a reason to back out of it (the first city was Omaha, which should’ve been reason enough), stating that she wanted to get her face out there and see if there are any new connections to make in the fashion world before the big spring season. Naturally, he seemed disappointed, but Josie ultimately knew she’d have more fun at the event and it would be better for her than sitting in a chair next to her husband while he communicated with fans and signed books.  Andrew was busy today, which meant he didn’t have time to keep up with her, and Josie didn’t have to come up with any cover up stories about what she was doing. It’s not like she was doing anything wrong - Harvey was one of her best friends, and they were just taking a class together like friends sometimes would do. They had been doing well (more like okay) with keeping things friendly, and this was a public place, after all - nothing to be concerned about. “Hey,” she greeted, giving him a smile but not too large of one to make anyone nearby think they were anything more than what they had to be. “Are you sure you want me for a partner? Pasta... well, cooking is not an expertise of mine. I wouldn’t blame you if you went for someone more quality,” she joked.

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—THALIA ACINDINA.

Three years in LA and Thalia still was no baker. She was barely even a cook, but her and Penny had mustered up some skill since they didn’t have a lot of extra money to eat out. Sometimes Penny would look at her with her puppy-dog eyes wishing for her to take out their father’s credit cards she had stashed away once they had set up in their small two-bedroom apartment. It had been better now that she blogged for an up-and-coming lifestyle website and was an assistant costume designer. But, there was still room to save so she could buy better fabrics, maybe even get a better apartment so that she could have a dedicated room to her designing fever. 

She walked with purpose into the baking class, taking Penny’s advice to broaden her horizons and maybe try to network more now that she had a foot in the door. Maybe she’d bump into someone that could be better for career or maybe even better for her. Barely reaching an empty table, she heard the question, but her eyes were trained on the baking instructions on the table. Chocolate Croissants. “I would say a 3 because I don’t eat all the delicious ingredients anymore,” she said with a smirk. “Are you asking because you need someone to carry you through this class or are you looking for a protégé?”  

"I’m asking because I wouldn’t want to sit by someone who would embarrass me,” Josie said, laughter following suit immediately. She was a little grateful when she heard the other woman claim that her talents in baking were also in pretty low supply. She seemed to be pretty safe to sit by in that respect. “The only person who ever would’ve been willing to teach me anything would’ve been my abuela, but trust me - nobody wants to be in the kitchen with her.” Josie could remember plenty of meals that involved her abuela yelling at the kitchen staff that had been hired (typically by Josie’s mother) and eventually making the empanadas herself. Her abuela did not take well to people trying to help her when they did poorly at it.  Josie slid into an open seat, peeking over at the directions. She knew they’d have to wait for the instructor anyway since it wasn’t quite ready to start, but at least the recipe didn’t seem too difficult. How hard could croissants be? She let her attention drift back to the other woman, opting for holding out her hand to shake in politeness. “I’m Josie.”

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—ROMY ASANTE.

Where: Rebel Angelz tattoo pop-up, Griffin Park

When: Saturday, January 4th

Who: Open! @thejunglestarters​

If you’d told Romy a year ago that her agent supported her getting a tattoo she would’ve scoffed. And yet, when she’d brought up the idea it had been instantly supported by her publicist, who’d decided she should get the tattoo done at the LA Resolutions event. It was nothing big, as it has to be suitable for hiding during filming, just the small script phrase Still I rise, a quotation from a Maya Angelou poem that had come to mean a lot to her whilst she’d been in rehab. She turned up at midday, and so has to wait for a chair to be free before she can get it, so she’s sat on one of the benches watching other people. “There’s something weird about all this, yeah? Paying someone to stab you.”

Josie wasn’t here to get a tattoo so much as she was here for moral support - if Romy needed it, anyway. She sat herself down on the bench next to her while Romy waited for a free chair. The two of them became friends a little while ago when she walked in a runway show with Josie. It had initially been an unlikely pair, but truthfully, it wasn’t too unlikely now that Josie knew her better. “At least it’s only tiny stabs, and its end game is something beautiful instead of deathly.” She was pretty proud of Romy for having attended rehab - something Josie had never done. She was under the impression she could handle it, and that it wasn’t necessary. Maybe it was the safety lull of being thirty eight years old and never getting bad enough to force her hand.

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Where: LA Resolutions - Baking Class

When: Saturday, January 4th

Who: Open - @thejunglestarters​ 

In general, cooking and baking and never been something Josie had been well versed in. There had been no reason or occasion for her to even need to bake or cook. Josie had been well taken care of since she was younger, her family home filled with people to do many typical tasks a family would do for them. They also spent many nights out to eat. The only person in her family that enjoyed cooking was her abuela, and Josie only occasionally had a home cooked meal from her. In college, it was a lot of dining hall food or take out, and then by the time she was modeling, she was still eating out - but a much healthier version of eating out by then. As you can predict, the cycle just continued for her. As she spotted the baking class on the list of optional classes to take, she had a ‘why not?’ moment. She entered the class, looking around for the first person she could find to talk to - whether or not she knew them, it didn’t matter much to her. “On your typical ten scale, where’s your baking skill level at?”

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People try to box us in and people try to make women seem catty and they can’t, you know, be in the same room together because…“You know, what would happen? The hysteria!”