Today at work, the Reese's pieces in the vending machine caught my eye. 3.5 ounces for $1.75 seemed a bit exorbitant, but I craved the sweet taste of peanut butter in a candy shell.
The rings holding the bag began to turn, and then they stopped, and the bag sat there, sagging forward. Hostage bag! my mind immediately screamed, but then a
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