BY MISPLACED
Vending Machine
In my high school gymnasium, there's a classic vending machine. I remember the first time I saw it, I finally realized I was in America. The classic dark wood panel and the sturdy coin slot. The machine was filled with classic American snacks we all knew and loved. During my years studying in America, vending machines and their surroundings were almost always overlooked. I think that's a shame. Sometimes it's these details that make the scene in my mind so convincing.
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