She took a step toward him, her body language mocking and insouciant. "You've got no goal, no forward drive. Nothing." She hissed the word. "Just looking forward to more days spent at the computer, another few hours treading water before you climb out of the pool and sleep. I've been there, Tom," she admitted with a nod. "And now," she spread her arms wide, taking in the whole of the room, "we peel back a layer of reality, get your adrenal gland working for the first time in your life, and you say 'F**k this, where are the Cheetos?'" She gave her head a derisive shake. "You feel like a million bucks right now. I'd bet my Seal of Solomon on it."

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