I see you hanging around. I have no intention of talking to you. I can't even aproach you because my legs don't work. They turn to jello, and my toes tingle. I can't feel my hands. They turn cold. My mouth feels like I swallowed sand. My stomach is full of butterflies, and they fly so quickly that they tickle my throat and choke me up. So,
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