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“Grandma, is it the revolution?”
“Is it the what?”
“Why do you have two molotov cocktails on the kitchen table?”
“Two what now, dear?”
“Those lamps. They’re basically bombs, aren’t they, if you throw them?”
“Oh the lamps. Yes. Bombs. Well. Let’s not throw them and say that we did, shall we?”
“Why do you have them lit?”
“Well… It’s getting along towards evening…”
“And they shed such a warm light, don’t they?”
“Sure they do, Grandma, sure they do. Where did you get them?”
“Oh, from the attic.”
“I mean originally.”
“Originally? Who knows! Had them so long…”
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