The buzzing of the fan had been driving her nuts. When it was at it's lowest speed, you could mistake it for the sound of a grinder coming from the neighbor's house . At its fastest, it almost sounded like a truck revving inside your room. She, in particular, wasn't sure if it was really as loud as she thought. She, in particular, was not even sure if she really did believe anything in general. Fan or no fan, the humming and the buzzing was persistent. It was as if a mosquito had seen the dark at the end of her ear-tunnel and managed to crawl into the meanderings of her inner ear. It buzzed and flapped and writhed intermittently, but consistently. The mosquito was trapped inside of her. Or was she trapped inside of a mosquito? Nevertheless, it was unanimously decided that the fan needed a-fixing.
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