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“Please don’t call my food shit. I eat it because it’s healthy.”
“Some people eat bugs because they’re healthy. Don’t mean I’m
gonna eat them.”
“But you’ll eat that blue Laffy Taffy? That’s no better than eat-
ing plastic.”
I stick out my blue tongue.
“If your tongue looks like that, can you think about what your
insides look like?” Alma shakes her head in disgust at my ignorant
ass. “I’ll grant you the produce here is substandard. But what if I
could show you a place where the fruit is better than plastic?”
“Does this involve a field trip?”
“Yaas, queen. Come with me to the supermarket.”
Me: “The Super S? Bwhahaha.” (See S for Super.) “Can we
place a bet?”
Alma: “No. Not the Super S. A real supermarket. My mom
makes the trek there once a month. The bus fare is expensive, but she
has this special card from WIC. It gets her formula and fruit for the
babies for free.”
“Wait. A card? Like a credit card? Could I get me one of those?”
“No. It’s only for kids under five.”
“Dang.”
“Anyway, the Tomorrow’s Leaders group is going there on a field
trip in a couple weeks, to learn about health and rational decision-
making and budgeting.”
Me: “So I guess the rest of us idiots is okay sick, stupit, and broke.”
Alma: “Macy, my point is that you and I can go together
sometime.”
But we didn’t go there. Because the next day we had the
fight.
And the next night I dreamed of a magical supermarket.
One where we was outside. Not in a cafeteria that could double

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