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You get to the bin just as the garbage truck pulls up next to your house. You feel the eyes of the bin men staring at your glazed ass as you bend over to dig through the trash, but you don't care. You need to find the lamp.
After a minute of searching you pull back up, the golden oil lamp in your hand. All previous worries melt away as you now have a way back to normal. That is, if you want to go back to normal