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  • The airbrushed palm trees in the bathroom, the bark so tasteful in its white highlights.
    The line up to get in, watching kids with hot dogs. Watching kids win 86 tickets, tickets spewing out of the marble drop game so fast and long I thought the machine must be broken. I never had luck like that as a kid. Still don't. My laser gun's name was Lebanon and I found out it didn't fire most of the time. Later someone reminded me that in wars involving Lebanon things are generally futile. Most of all, above all, I will remember the boy who projectile vomited in the cramped detaining room with 50 of us watching. The screams, the collective rush of little bodies to the opposite side of the room. I will remember the 16-year-old staff who rolled their eyes and said "Oh no, not again."
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