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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Seeing the Light

In a resort hotel room, a man noticed that a light bulb had burned out, and contacted the maid. The maid showed up, nodded, made a call, said it would be taken care of, and left, never to return. When no bulb showed up either, the man felt a strange sense of peace, sitting on the couch, looking at the sky from the dark room.

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