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The thing about falling in love is that you don’t. Well, I don’t. The stories always speak of it as a rush to the head or the swell in one’s heart, amongst other things.

When you fall, you realize it happens. wowmygosh I tripped oh crap I’m descending in a way that I was unprepared for cue arms flailing cue shocked expression and *oof*, ouch.

I am a frog in a pot of water brought to boil.

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