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12/19/2005 Archived Entry: "Silent night..er...day"

So my voice doesn't sound worse, mainly because it's not there. If I yell, I might croak, other than that, it's a whisper. My oldest mocks me and speaks in a whisper when she talks to me. Brat. I wish the little one would do that, she could stand to whisper every now and then insted of yell. Should be an interesting day.

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