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The radio is running, I'm sitting eating fruitcake, my mother's Turkish drama emanates from the downstairs.... And then the lights flicker for a second, and then they come back on, and the radio broadcast disappears and turns to static and fuzz a moment after, I understand the wave of what happened, the radio recovers and comes back on, nobody else notices.
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