The Deaf Man
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Last published Sun, Oct 22, 2017
I've been Deaf since I was born, not a single sound as filled my ears. But here's the catcher, I see words in color. So I can tell when you're talking, and I can't tell who you are by the color of your voice. It's called 'Synesthesia', meaning what I just explained. I'm a student at a police academy, and I'm at the top of my class. But come along on my journey, and I'll tell you a story you'll never forget.
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