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IT'S dark out when my eyes pry open, the

glow from the streetlights tell me I've

been asleep for longer than I'd planned.

Walking over to the window, I see the

lights are on in every room of your home.

It's like looking into a doll's house. I

used to walk past one in a store window

when I was younger. I always wanted

one, but it was so far out of my reach