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<p><span class="line">Bottom of the drink: they had</span><span class="line">to go. The Coke machine, the snack</span><span class="line">machine, the deep fryer. Hoisted</span></p>
<p><span class="line">and dragged through the halls</span><span class="line">and out to the curb, they sat with</span><span class="line">other trash beneath gray, forlorn</span></p>
<p><span class="line">skies behind the elementary</span><span class="line">school, wondering what their next</span><span class="line">move would be. The Coke machine</span></p>
<p><span class="line">had always wanted to live</span><span class="line">the life of a <a href="prelude.html">hobo</a>, jumping trains,</span><span class="line">eating from garbage, making fire</span></p>
<p><span class="line">in old oil drums. It had some</span><span class="line">strange romantic notions of being homeless,</span><span class="line">is what the deep fryer thought.</span></p>
<p><span class="line">Its opinion was to head to court,</span><span class="line">sue the bastards at the school for early</span><span class="line">termination of contract. It was</span></p>
<p><span class="line">the embodiment of <a href="table_contents.html">justifiable anger</a>.</span><span class="line">It believed privately that it was an incarnation</span><span class="line">of Nemesis, the goddess of divine</span></p>
<p><span class="line">retribution. What the snack machine</span><span class="line">thought, it kept to itself, but it did say</span><span class="line">that <a href="no-nothing.html">nothing ever ends</a>. The others</span></p>
<p><span class="line">were confused, then angry, but finally</span><span class="line">understood, or thought they did. The snack</span><span class="line">machine’s candy melted in the sun.</span></p>
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