We leave a room, the light stays on. We leave the house, the lights stay on. I'm fairly certain my hydro bill could fund a small nation. I've said "turn off the lights" so many times it should be tattooed on my forehead. After bedtime, I walk through my dark, quiet, finally-dark house with my little exhale and think: this. This is what I was paying for all along. The dark.
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