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Have some pie. The Colonel thought it was delicious.
The Colonel was already ravaged by the heat and rigor of his exertions when he swooned at the passing woman. It wasn’t Ivanka but she was wearing her scent. Sessions had always loved it, he sniffed, he couldn’t put his finger on it but it reminded him of Wuhan in early spring.
Lindsey Graham received the Colonels letter in SC. Weighted down by the burden of his hypocrisies, betrayals and phoniness he drew his bath early. He was in a fit of acute distemper. He had stubbed his toe again on one of the picture frames that had been taken down to make (2)
Room for the new memories he was creating. No one would have more photos with Trump than him. He always thought McCain was pale in the old pictures. The Orange tint of his new affection brightened his chambers. He liked it. He even had one special memory in the corner with Ivanka
The Lavender had mellowed his mood. For just a second all was well. For just a second. The door burst open. It was his helper. He carried Sessions letter. Graham read it in disbelief. Sessions was a fool thought Lindsey. How could Sessions trust him? Lindsey would never let (4)
Sessions serve his Alabama sweet tea in the White House ever again. Lindsey was taking Trump to Stone Mountain. They would have a quiet moment gazing at Lee and Jefferson Davis and Stonewall. Lindsey was drawn to the fierceness of Jackson’s steely blue eyes. Trump told him he
Liked Lindsey’s eyes once. He said he liked the way they twinkled when he was pretending to have conviction about anything. They were bound together in a special way. Their self regard and self absorption was total and complete. Lindsey snarled at nothing in particular in the
Mirror and softly said to no one, “I’m the little buddy. I’m the side kick. Sessions ain’t taking my spot!” He yelled for his helper, a legal immigrant of course, to start the car. He would waste no time. He would head to Alabama straight away. His jaw clenched and his lips
Pursed. “Gorka, Gorka, Gorka” he whispered to himself. Yes, Gorka. He would call him soon. Very soon.
"It wasn't Ivanka but she was wearing her scent... "It reminded him of Wuhan in early spring." Give this man the Nobel.
Holy shit, Steve. Please keep this going.
I think I know now why McCain lost.
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