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Inaudible
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Ongoing, First published Jun 11, 2016
Mature
Alondra Savaugn's life was never easy,  she came from an unordeal family, stressing over her second year of college and none of this was  any easier in the fact that Alondra was deaf.  

But everthing takes a turn when she finds her door almost being broke off the hinged by her drunken asshole of a neighbor.  Once she had opened the door, his bloodshot eyes had widen and she took noticed of two dimples intended into his cheeks as he smiled and spoked,  of course being deaf and all she couldn't hear as he spoke but she was pretty good at reading  lips. 

"This isn't my apartment is it? "
Alondra shooked her head crossing her arms,  a small smile fighting its way. He continued speaking and she continued reading his lips,  his held out his hand out infront of her and she raised an eyebrow when she looked back at him finding his lips still moving
"I'm Harvey Sanford."
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