Queue at the Time Vending Machine

At the mall, a vending machine sells minutes. Five minutes costs one secret. People line up, whispering into the coin slot. A student buys enough minutes to finish an essay. A parent purchases ten to nap in a parking lot. One person feeds in nothing, waiting. The machine dispenses a single second. They use it to say "thanks" before the machine shuts down for maintenance, full of secrets it will never spend.

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