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By Root 849 0

wiring problem seems to have developed over the past year within the New York City street-lamp system. Many times I’ve noticed a street lamp coming on in the mid-afternoon, just as I pass by.

“Hi, Pighead,” I whisper.

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing.” I smile, but it’s small, and only to myself.

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PART I

PART II