I have never been good at distinguishing sounds.
Downstairs this morning I pause and tilt my head, trying to understand what I hear coming through the floorboards, trying to pull the correct entry off the sound library shelf.
Is it the whir of the toothbrush whitening, or the hum of the electric shaver smoothing, or is it the insistent buzz of the wasp, wings ringing in frustrtation?
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