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Careful—what you hear is not truly what mind heard; bias wears a voice we sort the world by its sound— kinship hums in tone and tongue. Talk sounds funny—strange, not what you're used to hearing through your native ears guardrails narrow to constrain how you render each word's sound. Hearing listens first for cadence, tone, inflection— truth dressed in accents; one voice rises, one falls through, judged before the words arrive. A child chooses friends— not for faces, but a voice that feels like their own; in accents they speak at home echoing inheritance. As youths grow older their speech bends towards the room, softly converging— to belonging in the crowd with a learned change in accent. Careful—he might hear you—not as you fully are mutual bias is voiced in accented sounds— kinship strummed in scope and tone.
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