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  Undeterred by her reaction, he selected the bar of chocolate he had wanted to eat with her budget the vending machine was loaded with.    Once he had chosen his products, electronic signals relayed to a motor through an electronic console board, which turned the spiral dispenser of the selected product.    Through the glass display Hana watched the green packed bar of chocolate, falling down from its position with an audible thud. The boy send her an encouraging smile, as he bend down to push the hatch forward to pick up the chocolate.   She wanted to complain, but her lips wouldn't move. Hana would scream, because he used her money. The red haired male expanded her last cheeze for his needs. April still has some days left, 16 to be accurate and she already go out of business. She wanted to accuse him of being a selfish person, but it was impossible.    Sometimes Hana was, indeed, considered as an introvert, because she would rather solve problems on her own, then ask people for help. She would rather stay quiet, fight battle no one knows about, instead of giving people a look in her crisis. Because she had seen worse, she had survived worse and will survive this, too. She knows it's up to yourself how well you play, how long you can fight in the arena among your antagonist.    He examined the packing of the goods. The ingredient list was always something Mark would read, either he was entirely bored or he wanted to crack a joke about it.    Cocoa Butter, the natural fat from the cocoa bean. Sugar. Lecithin, an emulsifier often made from soy. Vanilla. Chocolate Liquor, which are cocoa beans their shells removed that have been fermented, roasted and ground until they liquefy.    "You know that it takes approximately four hounded cacao beans to make one pound chocolate", he said and opened the package, reminiscing a fact of his favorite confectionery immediately.    She didn't smile, she didn't show any reaction with her countenance, she simply nodded. Was the information supposed to be funny, because knowledge was significant. Never would she laugh about a mathematical formula, chemical reactions or cellular structure. She would show great interest, the appropriate reaction and not laugh, the inappropriate reaction.    "Or did you know that eating dark-chocolate every day reduces the risk of heart disease by one-third?", Mark asked and gave the chocolate to her, after he ate a chocolate chip. "Here, so you can do something for your health."    Was she now supposed to thank him? Ridiculous. She would never do that. Never in a million years.    Hana examined the chocolate before she took a slice of it. Her belly made summersaults when she ate the sweet sin, a rush of happiness seethed through her entire body. Chocolate was almost like a drug to her system, producing a cannabis-like effect on the brain. Eating chocolate releases several neurotransmitters that have positive effects on human