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The Idea—the Fact Of It, The Fact That He Even Noticed And Thought About Me For More Than One Second—is Huge And Overwhelming, Makes My Legs Go Tingly And My Hands Feel Numb.

The Rules Of Panic Are Simple. Anyone Can Enter. But Only One Person Will Win.

I’ve Been Trying So Hard Not To Think His Name, Not To Even Breathe The Idea Of Him

And When I Wake Up It's Wonderful, Like I've Been Carried Quietly Onto A Calm, Peaceful Shore, And The Dream, And Its Meaning, Has Broken Over Me Like A Wave And Is Ebbing Away Now, Leaving Me With A Single, Solid Certainty. I Know Now.

I Didn’t Know It Would Be Like This,” He Says In A Whisper. And Then: “i’m Scared.