The neon glow of the diner sign flickers over my newsprint, where terrifying headlines about seeking cancer at its source make my stomach churn. I can barely afford the fifty-cent loaf of bread in my bag with gas prices creeping up to nearly a buck-twenty, yet every shop window is jammed with those bulging-eyed Cabbage Patch Kids that cost a small fortune.
Seeing those shoulder-padded silhouettes lugging around giant Motorola bricks while I struggle to keep the lights on is just—gag me with a spoon. It feels like the whole world is obsessed with expensive toys and new technology while we're all just one bad x-ray away from ruin.
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