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Got up this morning with a paragraph in my head. Finally had to write it down.

Sanford was one of those guys. You know, the ones who can eat anything they want, as much as they want and never gain an ounce. The ones who look great in casual clothes or a tailored suit or just your imagination. Of course, he got up every morning before dawn, did his stretches and ran two miles before breakfast. Yeah, one of those guys.

Obviously, I'm one of those gals who get up in the morning with a paragraph stuck in their head. :)

But I have no idea where this is going, not even who the narrator is. I haven't been able to write much since I've been in isolation, too depressing, so even a paragraph is encouraging. Any ideas?

Hugs,
Erin