Not something I wanted.
Not that same fuzzy feeling in your tummy when you think of something nice that makes you happy. Not the little bit of nervousness that makes your tummy flutter. Not anything normal or nice; it keeps flipping and flipping and, finally now, it feels like a hollow vacuum, sucking everything in. I'm sorry.
I think I might be eaten up. By myself.
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