Deaf death.
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Kal is a dying 18 yr old, normal looking, girl.
True. We are all dying.
But she is dying in deafness.
In silence.
No one noticed.
And she liked it that way.
Someone made death slow down. Made the clock not stop, but screech.
I, am Kal.
And I am still, slowly dying.
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