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Sitting here at my desk I am not.
Cool breezes soothe. The tradewinds play gently with my hair. I sit on the lanai gazing out to sea. Seagulls call. Smells of vibrant flowers assail my senses. Suddenly my boss looms large beside my desk, asking for the final draft of that damned report. Reality returns.
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