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Her voice was like the high screech of the telephone wires on a forty below day on the prairies.  As I held the phone to my ear and listened intently to her news, my ear drum begged for relief.  The receiver itself could not contain her voice and it spread like a super virus to my dogs ears.  He could do nothing to defend himself, and thus, sat at my feet and yelped.  The combination hit me like a hangover after a bad night on the town.