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Written by roof Rowan was ready to give up on dating. Forever. Speed dating, dates with coworkers, dates with childhood friends… It didn’t matter who it was, none of them would work out in the end. It wasn’t particularly him who was the problem, nor was it the women themselves. Fate just seemed to step in at every turn and in a moment ruin his chances of making meaningful connections with other women. Oh well, at least he had these free boxes to look forward to. While Rowan himself was not particularly well off, his work commute found him often biking through the wealthier parts of his neighborhood. The rich were rather wasteful, often throwing out stuff they didn’t need, but that he found immensely useful in his day to day life. Just when he thought that there was nothing worth it today, he spotted a peculiar sight in a box far, far away from the others in some desolate alleyway. It was a lamp, but not just any lamp. It looked like it had been taken straight from Arabic ruins. One