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i'm at work by myself on the most dreary day of the year and the its so silent in the shop that the buzz of the flourescent lights is deafening... so incredibly eerily quiet that cars driving over the sewer-grate on bardstown road is occasionally loud enough to sound like someone banging on our door

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[kittinbreath]

That happens to me pretty much every time I start making mashed potatoes.