The Light Bulb

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The Light Bulb Slouching on the corner of the couch on a lazy Sunday afternoon, I was flipping through the TV channels to find something that would interest me. Coming home from work early, I planned to relax in front of the TV without any disturbances, but unfortunately that didn't happen. A bitter smell surged through my nostrils and I began to feel my eyes slowly getting puffy and teary, prompting me to push myself up from the couch and follow the mysterious smell. Just as I had expected, I noticed freshly sliced onions laying on the kitchen countertop, probably cut by my mother for her to use in one of her exotic dishes. Without much thinking, I picked up a slice of the onion and placed it onto the palm of my hand. Examining its golden brown papery skin, I became absorbed into the onion. Looking at the onion slice from all angles, I realized that it was more than just a vegetable that causes your breath to smell. The onion was a world of its own. I put the onion slice between my hands and squeezed it like a sponge and then gently
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This note was uploaded on 03/24/2009 for the course WRIT 340 taught by Professor 11:00-12:20pm during the Spring '07 term at USC.

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