which felt almost comically profound that i had a cell phone and then my brother had one as well and then i should attempt to call him and if i couldn't reach him then the police after failing to dial his number three times and then failing to stop these scrolls of my contacts and his name i vocally ordered my phone's digital assistant to call him and then thanked her with genuine sputtering appreciation for performing the thing that she had been programmed to do and before i could even put my phone to my ear i heard my brother's ringtone the default tone of his cell phone issuing from somewhere nearby somewhere very close clutching my phone in one hand and his jaw in the other i arose from the bench and walked with a thought dismissing dread toward the source of the sound immediately before me as i mentioned earlier there were two vending machines my head had plenty of water earlier in the night so i hadn't even glanced at the second vending machine which held only drinks my attention had been drawn too and immediately focused upon the machine with the snacks which had been recently and plentifully stocked with all manner of chips and cookies and jerkies and candies and nuts and still even if it hadn't been even if there had been nothing but a solitary bag of cookies in that first vending machine i don't think my mind would have allowed me to see the contents of the other vending machine i simply wouldn't have been able to process it i hadn't processed it in my peripheral vision while standing right next to it earlier in the night now stand in front of the vending machine slack jawed and enormously horrified my eyes scanned each item nestled behind me backwardly hooping metal rings just like the jaw it took me a few moments to really process the sight to fully consciously accept what i was seeing and in that interim of incredible to you i failed to notice the appearance of the stranger behind me i only noticed his departure seen through the eerily clear reflection of the vending machines at front surface eerily clear considering the items on display behind it to what would have been the dismay of fathers everywhere i carelessly dropped the costly flashlight onto the concrete and picked up the thing that had been left for me by the reflectively glimpsed stranger it was a brown plastic bag a bit heavy with a note duct taped to its front awkwardly unwilling to let go of my brother's jaw i upended the bag with my free hand and dumping its contents on the stain ridden for her coins searched out and scattered some rolling beneath the vending machines others into the adjacently placed restrooms at the bottom of the bag was an outfit a familiar but shredded t-shirt and an equally familiar appallingly stained pair of pants niled onto these gripping them through the bottom of the bag incessantly unmotivatedly i reread the note i the general mass of change and then turned again to the vending machine i totaled the collective cost of the items NUMBER_TOKEN and all and then with barely any cognizance left began gathering the requisite coins dumbly cradling them and my trembling fist which i had delicately relieved of the bag and it's stained to content i then rose faced the vending machine whose contents had been noticeably chilled
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