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You punch in the numbers, and a large fiber-packed fruit bar falls out into the lower compartment. You reach in to grab it, rip off the wrapper, and ravenously shove it in your face. (The fruit bar, not the wrapper.)

Your hands feel really sweaty and sticky, so you'd like to go to the washroom. However, you've spent a long time away from class so far. You must be really late.

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