Yesterday as I got out of the swimming pool, an elderly gentleman spotted me and noticed that I was grunting, wheezing and moving my eye-brows in weird ways.
“Swimming is hard, isn’t it?” he said.
The reason why I was making weird noises and strange faces, however, wasn’t that the swim had been strenuous. What happened was that I was trying to create a conclusion to the article I’m writing. Intellectual efforts always elicit grunts and wheezing from me and make me look scary.
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