Some things never (or at least very rarely) change: I’m staying in the guestroom in a house I never officially lived in (my parents moved here after I finished college), sleeping in this double/full-size bed rather than my childhood four-poster twin bed in the next room, but the same plastic desk lamp has been lighting “my room” since at least 1992.

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