Just went and picked up a bag with my buddy, returned home lighterless. Seems that I have once again fallen victim to the lighter thieves. That was the last one. Now I have this forest of love welcoming me into its euphoria, and I cannot light the path.
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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good— happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."
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