At least three times a day, whatever I’m doing is interrupted by that new, moaning siren sound. What the fuck is it? You know what I’m talking about. It’s high-pitched, like a siren, but it’s long, drawn-out, and sad. It doesn’t sound urgent at all. If I heard that siren, I wouldn’t pull my car […]
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