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when it becomes deafening
like a cliché you could insert various things into your ear a yellowish flat key turn and turn again until depending on what side of the silence you live in a door opens or locks or you could turn on an old flashlight and watch disappointed in the mirror your halo of unsuccessful inventor of course these are just homeopathic remedies there are some more extreme ones i’ve heard about a man who squeezed a mouse into his head because he liked the creaking sound of his brain being chewed but only the masters have this disposition if it persists don't despair practically there's no limit to the things you could try a whale a clock or a cloak anything everything even if all of them fail don't despair you could always try professional treatment stare at a blank wall long enough until one of you starts to bleed
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