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Four Generations of Feeding Oakland
2026-08-28
Standing in front of the red-and-white soda vending machine, a nine-year-old boy inserts a dime and opens the door. Looking at the selection, he pulls the cold bottle out from its tight slot, the clink of glass knocking together as the next bottle slides into place. Popping the cap off with the machine's attached bottle opener, he glugs down 10 ounces of pure soda heaven at the back of the store, rather than pay the nickel deposit to take it outside.
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