I admit it. I'm a fainter. Not the corseted Southern belle variety that puts her wrist over her brow, heaves a sigh and then swoons. I'm more of the quiet type of fainter. Sounds are reduced to white noise. I get tunnel vision and feel queasy as the sensation of a thousand pinpricks runs across my torso and I begin to sweat.
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