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  • On the subway platform I realize suddenly how quiet everything has become. It’s been exactly 92 hours and 28 minutes since I lost my hearing. And 22 minutes since the doctors revealed its permanence.

    Thing is, I’ve never believed in permanence. As a kid the permanent pen marks on my shirt always magically disappeared, summers ended, pets would come and go, and eventually my parent’s marriage dissolved.

    Permanent hearing loss? What does that mean?

    Though, as the train arrives the memory of its screeching brakes floods my hearing so loudly I still don’t believe it’s gone.

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    Time: 25 minutes
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