Dyami, last night, sitting in a quiet house with me, still recovering from cold-induced congestion:
D (looking around, confused): Is the radio on or something?
Me: No.
D: (Looking around) What's that noise, then?
Me: ?
D: (Looking at me) Oh, wait. It's your breathing.
Me: (Wheeze, snort, sigh.)
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