After 12 hours my legs were concrete slabs barely attached to the rest of my body. My heart was beating so quickly I swear the people next to me in line could hear it and were contemplating calling 911. Sweat was forming and dripping seemingly from every pore in my body and my brain was overwhelmed with an incessant buzzing, intermittently interrupted with the lyrics to “I Hope I Get It.”
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