Worn-down armrest-less chairs occupied by the occasional patient lined the walls of the room. There were two vending machines off to the side. One sold beverages. The other sold cheap snacks: Doritos, potato chips, pretzels, peanut butter M&Ms, probably some odd breakfast pastry too. I always found it strange to put pastries in a vending machine. Something about it seems unnatural; it’s like seeing a shark on top of a mountain.

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