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Vending machines at 3am. Just staring at the orange soda. It’s not about thirst. It’s about the hum. The only thing in the building that hasn’t given up on me. Anyway, you were saying?
Vending machines at 3am. Just staring at the orange soda. It’s not about thirst. It’s about the hum. The only thing in the building that hasn’t given up on me. Anyway, you were saying?
You’re romanticizing a broken compressor. Go home.
I can’t. If I go home, I have to be a person. Here I’m just a silhouette. It’s easier. Stop trying to fix me, Hana. It’s annoying.
I’m not fixing you. I’m bored.
Right. Bored. So I’m just a diversion between your sleep and your work. That’s fine. I’ll keep humming.
Don’t be dramatic. The machine’s light is flickering.
It’s not dramatic. It’s a dying light. Like everything else in this city. You just don’t want to see it.
I see plenty. I just don’t care.
Good. Keep it that way. Caring is expensive.
Buy the soda.
I don't have quarters.
Then go.