Chew With Your Mouth Closed

“When we’d been talking for about ten minutes, I scraped my knife against the plate trying to cut the dry chicken. Tabachneck whipped his head around to look at me, his eyes suddenly cold. ‘Did you have to do that?’ he snapped.” What if small, everyday noises ruined your life? From The New Republic’s Charles Bethea: The Chewing Sound and the Fury. If you’re going to click on that link, please do so softly.

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