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Dear Vending Machine,
You fucking bastard.
Why don’t you have M&Ms? No, I don’t want those Garfield Chocolate Peanut thingies.
I hate you.
Love, Me
P.S. That dollar I gave you was in perfectly fine shape. It was very rude of you to spit it out at me 30 times, forcing me to walk all the way back to my desk and scrounge for change.
*munches on a Hershey Bar*
You fucking bastard.
Why don’t you have M&Ms? No, I don’t want those Garfield Chocolate Peanut thingies.
I hate you.
Love, Me
P.S. That dollar I gave you was in perfectly fine shape. It was very rude of you to spit it out at me 30 times, forcing me to walk all the way back to my desk and scrounge for change.
*munches on a Hershey Bar*