screech of fingernails

“We were getting along and everything, but about two weeks ago he called me up and I cringed when I heard his voice. I don’t know what it was, but every word he said just irritated me. Not what he said, but the sound of his voice. It was like the screech of fingernails on a chalkboard. I couldn’t hang up fast enough.”

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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