Candice handed over the cash for the cotton candy and started munching on it.
Her friend, Tamara, gave her an undisguised look of disgust as they strolled through the carnival grounds.
"What?" Candice asked, her voice partially muffled with a mouthful of cotton candy.
"I thought you were trying to lose weight." Tamara told her.
"Look at me. I've lived off carrot sticks for years and I still look like a beached whale. So forget dieting. If I am going to be fat, I might as well enjoy it."
Tamara emitted a disgusted sigh.
"What?" Candice prodded. "Like you're a poster child for perseverance. You're not g