So you stand there in the darkness with your arm outstretched desperately grasping for that dangling string with a trinket on the bottom. Finally it catches your hand and you feel comfort. You give it a slight tug and the bulb above your head sparks to life. You bask in the glow of this familiar light and casually navigate your way from the closet out into the world again
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