My voice lacks volume. It’s like it’s turned down, and I can’t adjust the knob, not much anyway. Some days it’s worse than others. When my kids were little, I could never yell loud enough for my sons to hear me call them back into the house for supper. After three or four attempts I’d have to find my daughter …
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