My heart skips a beat

When my ears are greeted by them, my cochlea sends signals to my brain which then sends impulses to my heart to beat faster. My hands freeze, my mind races through a number of things. In my nervousness, I worry about the next few months during which I have to endure this state of being.

There are a few masculine names that, due to recent frequent contact, I have come to have my heart skip a beat for.
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Francis Katamba
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William O'Grady and John Archibald
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Paul




This is all because of
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Morphology.



Laugh as much as you want. I'm beginning to feel lost and terrified of this subject. Never liked it during Introduction to Linguistics, not capable ingesting any of it now.

H-E-L-P!