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OH. MY. GOD. I just experienced what it was like at the beginning of a heart-attack. I think. Hmm, well maybe getting caught naked in public. I don't know, but as I was getting up from my desk I heard something fall to the floor, like a pin drop. I turned to see what it was - its looking more and more like the back of an earring. That's when it started. My heart stopped, I gasped. I don't think my hands have ever moved as fast as they did as I flung the pen and envelope I was holding to grab my earlobes. MY DIIIAMONDS! I gasped again (reverse-gasp?) when I realized both diamonds were still in my ear, with the backs attached. Expletive. Expletive again. That scared the expletive out of me.