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One day Mark woke up and realized his voice was gone. It was very odd; there had been nothing to foretell this. No sore throat--no cold--nothing.

He became immediately sad, because he knew no one would notice. No one would miss his voice because no one had become accustomed to it. No one had listened to it.

It had been taken from him before he'd used it and he felt short changed. It was true it was not a value to anyone now, but perhaps one day it could have been. But now it was gone, all gone, and no one could ever