Zoning Out

I don’t get it.  I must have zoned out.  One minute, I’m standing on the hilltop surveying the choices, so many of them, dazzling wide before me.  The next, I’m stuck indoors with you watching Prison Break three nights running.  Do I have to behave badly to get early release?

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