I hate the ring in my ear when my AirPods die. I have to hastily rip them out. I hate white noise. I hate the ring in my ears. I hate it so much.
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I hate white noise
I hate the ring in my ear when my AirPods die. I have to hastily rip them out. I hate white noise. I hate the ring in my ears. I hate it so much.
