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Dirk had tried everything. Sleeping pills. Hypnotherapy. Earplugs. Everything. But finding sleep in a foreign bed proved an impossible task.

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He never had this problem at home. There he slept like a log. But away from the comfort of his own bed? Open eyes from dusk till dawn.

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It was his wife who had finally come up with the solution. A going-to-bed remedy that couldn’t fail.

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She was right. She knew exactly what Dirk needed to find comfort in Slumberland.

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That night Dirk slept like a baby, cradled by the soothing, loud sounds of his industrial printing press, as lovingly recorded on tape by his wife.

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Dirk’s wife had tried everything. Sleeping pills. Hypnotherapy. Earplugs. Everything. But finding sleep in a foreign bed proved an impossible task.

 

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