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Answering Machine Woes

Sometimes I yearn for a human voice, when I hear a machine's electronic beep. The science of the answering machine puts my human heart to sleep. In the struggle to find a conversation, many recorded messages are found. But my weary ears dream of the comforting tone of human sound. Dealing with the voice of mechanical objects becomes a daily task I must face. In this growing world of technology, the human connection loses its place.

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