Ode to the Vending Machine

Dear vending machine,

I think it’s time that we called it quits. It’s not you; it’s me. We just aren’t meant for one another. I thought maybe we could just be friends, but really, I think it’s best if we make it a clean break. Please do not call or write. I’m not good for you, and clearly you are not good for me. I’d prefer it if you left the building entirely, but it seems as though we are going to have to learn to work together as professionals and not as partners. I hope that this doesn’t cause you as much pain as it causes me.

Kind regards,

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Lauren Warnecke is a freelance writer and critic based in Chicago, IL. She is the dance writer and critic for the Chicago Tribune, a culture critic at Chicago Magazine, and has credits with See Chicago Dance, the Windy City Times, Dance Magazine and Pointe, among others. Since 2009, Lauren has blogged about dance in the American midwest at artintercepts.org. She is also a group fitness instructor and part-time faculty member at Loyola University Chicago

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