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While this book covers a vast area of gumball machines and what they should and should not look like, there are a few that were made that are not in here. However, the ones that are in this book are described in detail. They are also shown with the wrong parts so you can tell if it is original or not (good idea). This is an excellent book for the beginning gumball machine collector or for the avid collector. Overall this is an excellent start to an enjoyable hobby.

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Any critique is welcome. Thank you. know a boy that was killed by a coconut. Or I guess I used to know him. He went on vacation to hawaii, and was showing off as usual. I guess he shook the tree too hard because a coconut landed right on his head. I didn’t know him real well, but when I found out he was going to Hawaii I said, “Tim John, you better not go climbing trees there because you could get killed.” He told me to shut up since I’m only 8 and he’s 11. I bet his parents were real sad, but that’s what happens when you’re a show off and don’t listen to the smartest girl on the block. My family lives in a real small town in Kansas, and the town ain’t much bigger than a block, so I guess that makes me the smartest girl around. I would tell you the name of it, but I can’t pronounce it. You think of all the ways a person can die, and being killed a coconut is a real sorry one. I always thought I’d die in a sneeze related car accident. It wouldn’t be my fault though, because I can control my sneezes, but not everybody is as talented as I am. I got lots of talents. I remind myself of that girl from “Peanuts”, Lucy I think her name is. She’s always giving advice and sorts. I’m a real good advice giver, but as you’ve learned no one ever takes it. My mama told me I talk too much, Gumball Peanut but I don’t think so. And she told me it’s not polite to talk about Tim John being bonked in the head with a coconut, but I figure people have a right to know. You know what’s real crazy though? Tim John won that trip to Hawaii on the radio! I wanted to smack him when he won because he wouldn’t stop bragging. My mama told me I brag, but I brag about interesting things. Like when I let little Luke count my skeeter bites. Over 60 he counted! But see, that ain’t really bragging because Luke got something out of it. And when I got a fancy diary with a lock and everything, it wasn’t bragging when I showed Abigail because she was able to make her mom buy her one. Course she doesn’t have as many interesting things to write in it like I do. I’ve gotten off track though, I have a real important story to tell you. You’re a real good listener so that’s why I am going to tell you first. It’s kind of complicated though, so you got to pay real close attention, OK? Now don’t go closing your eyes, you promised you’d pay attention. All right, well it happened in last April, it’s June now so I guess it wasn’t too long ago. Anyways me and my mama were grocery shopping and I was trying to tell old Mrs. Mavis what brand of canned oranges she should buy. That’s another one of my talents. Anyways, she finally decided she didn’t want any oranges, which didn’t make sense to me, because she had them on a list. My mama was taking too long, so I went to go and talk to Freddie, my favorite bagger. I was telling him about Tim John being killed by a coconut, but then he shooed me away, saying I was holding up the line. My mama finally finished shopping, so she paid and we were all ready to go. Then I threw a fit because she wouldn’t let me have a quarter to buy a gumball. She grabbed my hand and told me I was embarrassing her. So I asked her if she was changing my name, and if she was I would really prefer to be named Tinkerbell. She gave me that look that makes me know I need to be quiet. Then she made me sit in the backseat even though I wanted to sit in the front, like the big girl that I am. That’s when I felt it. The crush from the truck into my mama’s station wagon. It crunched right where I was sitting. Everything went real dark and I felt like I was floating. And boy wouldn’t you know it, I actually was! When I looked down I saw my body stuck in the car, and I saw my mama being taken away in an ambulance. And that’s how I died. Now don’t start crying, I haven’t told you the real zinger yet! Guess what Tim John told me when I got up here. Here’s what I said, “The way you died ain’t nearly as cool as the way I died!”
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