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Show 78 wad of chewing gum that somebody had stepped on. He took a plastic scraper from his back pocket and knelt down over the gum and began working at its edges. "Leafy vegetables," the man said, watching Lorin scrape. "Fruit. Weeds are good too, but you can't find anything that hasn't been sprayed. Dandelion, purslane, nettle, chickweed, plantain. They're all good, but that spray they use will kill you. Thing to do is grow your own sprouts. You can do it in a jar in your back pocket practically." The chewing gum slowly peeled away from the concrete, but now stuck to the scraper. Lorin tried to shake it loose into the pile of dirt and filings. He didn't want to touch it if he didn't have to. He could smell the wet spearmint. The man's shadow suddenly moved away and Lorin looked up, but he was only dragging a wooden crate over to sit down on. "Maybe you don't know that food stores up vibrations from sunlight," he said. Lorin didn't know whether to shake his head or pretend he wasn't listening. "You're just eating solar vibrations that have been trapped in food, that's all. Enzymes break the traps down and release the energy that builds your body. Most people get the energy they need from food, but there are people who don't need much food, and there are even some people who get all the nutrients they need from the sun. Hell, I hardly eat at all, and look at me." Lorin looked up at him and nodded, and then shook the scraper to which the curled strip of gum still stuck. "I never feel hungry either," said the man. "I have two good bowel movements a day, too." Lorin finally had to use a finger to separate the gum from the blade of the scraper. He dropped it onto the pile of dirt, wiped his finger |