Long after he had dismissed his counselor, the master often had the uncanny sense that he was still there, hovering behind, silently judging him with his mustache and his superior airs. But when he looked there was no one there. #TolstoysTalesofTrump
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This one is by far my favorite #TolstoysTalesofTrump. I’ve been thinking about it and chuckling for the past week.
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