Monday morning gets interesting.
My residents tell me right away.
It's the lightning.
The road crew was digging.
I broke their television
and now they have to miss
The Young and the Restless,
The Price is Right,
or their background noise.
Walter, though, he knows what a powerless TV means:
"The mirror is broken,"
he tells me. And sure enough,
we can't see our reflection in the static.
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