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Tyson Adams 
Nope you were not alone. I was caught reading when I should have been sleeping many, many times.
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It was just last weekend that we were discussing how all of my siblings did it. My sister hid under her covers with a torch. My brother and I shared a room, so we put a sheet or blanket over the lamp shade (ended up melting the lamp shade…) to make a tent for us to read in. Mum implied she knew what we were doing, so it wasn’t as stealthy as we thought.
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Breaking the ‘lights out’ rule at my boarding school was tantamount to plotting an escape from Colditz. I had a torch hidden in my teddy for reading as well as a tiny radio to listen to Radio Luxemburg – now that dates me!
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Now that is commitment!
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