Straightaway Dash

Waiting around isn't really my style, even if you said you'd be right back. I spotted the long wooden floor stretching from the sofa all the way to the front door. Perfect strip. I dropped low, leaned into a sprint, and slid on my plush shoes across the polished boards. Almost clipped a wandering sneaker, but dodged it clean. Setting up my own finish line right by the doormat so I'm already warmed up when you walk in.

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