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There was once a woman living in a male-dominated country (take your pic) and so much of her worth was to get married. But the girl was already nearing age 17 and hadn't gotten married! People warned her that her womb would soon be a toxic sludge waistland. But she didn't care.

-- Because she was a bubble tape popper. All day long, she struggled with her addiction to buy and pop bubble tape. Her parents found her hobby disgusting.

"What kind of a man will want to marry someone obsessed with bubble tape?!"

She cried as she went to the office store to buy more and more bubble tape, feverishly pop it in her car, and then scrape any money together she had to buy more. Soon, she lost her job, her schooling, and all her money. Her parents couldn't take it anymore.

"We're throwing you out!"

Meanwhile, on the otherside of town, a young male was also feeling the scorn of an aggressively male-centric culture (again, pick just about any neighborhood/town/country/continent you'd like to picture the story in). He was a skinny weakling, very pale, and rather ugly with acne all over his face and body. He didn't match up to the muscled, viral boys at his high school and so was seen as low worth in the society.

And on this day that the girl had been kicked out of her house, they happened to run into each other on the street. The girl saw the pale boy covered in acne bubbles and the boy looked up at the beautiful girl, who looked at him with a lust in her eyes no woman had ever given him.

They walked up to each other and said hello. The girl asked if she could pop the boy's skin bubbles and he said, "Gladly." They spent the afternoon together. The girl was never without a bubble to pop and the boy felt cared for. "You're my bubble tape boy." They got married and had several very ugly children and lived above averagely ever after.