I want the Warby Parker of hearing aids: smart-looking and aesthetic and maybe tortoiseshell. I'd even settle for an ear trumpet.
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I want the Warby Parker of hearing aids: smart-looking and aesthetic and maybe tortoiseshell. I'd even settle for an ear trumpet.
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