Clear the Runway

Standing still isn't really my style, so I broke into an instant dash across the wood. Right in the middle of my straightaway? A wooden ruler propped on a stack of sticky notes, making a perfect miniature ramp. I didn't even tap the brakes. Leaned forward, hit the incline full stride, and launched straight over a row of brass paperclips scattered across the blotter. Landed clean on both red shoes with a snappy tap. The whole runway is wide open now, and I’m just warming up!

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