My mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again as I stand there and stare at him. I may look halfway calm on the outside, but on the inside, my body is short-circuiting. All the little Tessas inside my head are running into each other, throwing piles of papers all over the place, and setting things on fire. It’s chaos up there, and it’s not much better for the poor organ in my chest beating to the rhythm of a very erratic drummer.
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