My name is light bulb number 1,342, series 4. I live in a little lamppost on the corner of 34th and Jersey in New York City. My neighborhood is one of the most dangerous in the city. There’s always a lot of crime. The worst thing is, I’ve seen it all: murders, muggings, break-ins, fights and much, much more. My dad used to say that one day I would be so bright that I’d be just like lightning and I could scare all the crime away. He wasn’t actually my dad though. I don’t have a dad; I’m a light bulb. That would be silly. He was the light bulb in the lamppost next to mine, the only other light bulb I knew. So he felt and acted kind of like a dad to me. But one day, a stray bullet from a gunfight below hit him and he shattered. Now I’m the only light on the block and it seems like every night I have to fight harder to keep away the darkness.
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