I was a nice, happy lamp sitting in a nice, big house in Ohio. Then, these people came and ferried me away as if I was on the underground lamp railroad. I don't know the details, but it seemed an action driven more by spite resulting from a real estate transaction than actual logic and sense.
Whatever. Now I am sitting in a run down shack in the woods. No one seems to be very happy about it yet.
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Some nice man stuck a bulb in me so at least now I can make light...
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