part 318.2 of a novel: dead gumball machines
Once I saw a meter maid pick up a gumball machine and crack it against the side of a building and then dump all the gumballs on the sidewalk. Children and adults ran over and collected the gumballs. They felt rich. No one cared about the dead gumball machine.
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