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The Touch Lamp

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My daughter, Heather, came out

of her room all bleary-eyed one

morning.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

“My touch lamp is broken,” she

said. “At least, I hope that’s all it is.”

“How would that make you so

tired?”

“It freaked me out all night,” she

replied. “It would turn on by itself. I

would reach over and turn it off, and

then a while later, it would turn on

again. I finally decided I didn’t care,