He visualized himself in the race as he rolled the paint up and down the walls. He thought of powering through the straight-aways, and when he rounded a corner of door trim with his brush, he saw himself railing through the turns and making a final dash to the line where he would raise his arms in a glorious blood rush of victory.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
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