You know that feeling when your chest is constricted and you can’t breathe and it feels like an 18-pound cat is sitting on top of you and you can’t move it? No? Just me?
For those who need a visual aid:
Georgie, the 18-pound cat
An 18-pound cat is sitting on my chest, and I can’t breathe.
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