It was Wednesday night, 10:59:59, and I was doing what I always do at that hour on a weeknight, which is nothing on six different implements. Then the lights went out. I'm on a high floor, so I had a good view. My entire neighborhood was a black cat sleeping in the night. That's actually comforting. You don't want it to be just you. There was also light about a quarter of a mile away, and that was nice too. You don't want it to be everybody, either.
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