Look at me, I'm running full pelt down a hill.
I'm running like a mad man, shirtless and shoeless. Like a Tarzan, fluid, feral, and primal. My blood is pounding, my legs are burning, and it feels so good. It feels so free. Running, running, running. I can feel the sun all over me, blazing down through a perfect blue sky. And the grass is soft, cool with dew, bugs leaping out of the way at each foot fall. I'm euphoric, on a natural high, and I'm not getting tired. I can't stop, I won't stop, I just keep going. I feel like any moment I could take off and soar into the sky. Look at me fly...
"Sebastian, what do you think?"
"Well... Uh...." I say, blinking back into reality, looking around the room. "I think we need to clarify what the client's decision process is and identify the next steps..."
Look at me play with my tie.
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