It's eerie at first – the amplified rising and falling of pitch. A human voice? A human voice.
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It's eerie at first – the amplified rising and falling of pitch. A human voice? A human voice.
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The minivan was making an odd thumping noise. I was glad it wasn’t mine and felt sorry for whoever owned it. A tow truck was going to be expensive this far from town.
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The shop of my childhood was a relic of the mechanical age: oily and unguarded. Belts, flywheels and blades were fully exposed. Solvents and cigarettes were held in the same hands. It was a place so obviously dangerous that I can’t remember ever needing to be told to be careful.
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