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Ahhhhh, I am driving myself insane possibly. Ugh "it" makes my stomach drop in the most wonderful way. But I don't know why I think about "it" because "it" isn't even in my life! "It" makes me feel childish and giddy, and dimply. No! No! No! Why does "it" do this to me?!