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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English (North American)

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

US General American (GenAm)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the assassin rushed headlong down the stairs. Next, I saw all the familiar objects in the room, the bureau, the little stand, the book I had been reading. All looked natural. Then I knew it was not a dream. I remember pacing the room back and forth from end to end, screaming. It was a terrible sight. There was so much blood everywhere. The drug it on the stairs was sprinkled with it all the way down to the floor below, on the inner side of the door of Father's Room. There waas in blood, the distinct impression of a hand. Blood, blood. My thoughts seemed drenched in it. I seemed to breathe. It's sickening odor. We were assured that no artery was severed and the wounds were not fatal. Night wore away while we sat there, the gray light of morning came rises thou. Thus, gray dawn again repeated itself over and over in my mind, and that light should come and the sunrise and the birds sing, and the green leaves rustle in the trees seemed strange. In such a world. The assassin rushed headlong down the stairs. Next, I saw all the familiar objects in the room the bureau. The little stand, the book I had been reading all looked natural. Then I knew it was not a dream. I remember pacing the room back and forth from end to end, screaming. It was a terrible sight. There was so much blood everywhere. The drug it on the stairs was sprinkled with it all the way down to the floor below. On the inner side of the door of Father's Room, there was in blood, the distinct impression of a hand. Blood, blood. My thoughts seemed drenched in it. I seemed to breathe that sickening odor. We were assured that no artery was severed and the wounds were not fatal. Night wore away while we sat there. The gray light of morning came rises thou This gray dawn again repeated itself over and over in my mind, and that light should come in the sunrise and the birds sing and the green leaves rustle in the trees seemed strange in such a world