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Dreamt I was one of the staff at the White House, carrying around a platter of hors-d’oeuvres at some sort of holiday party. Somebody complimented me on the cake but then got mad when I admitted to having slightly tweaked the recipe and scolded me for not following the instructions exactly as written.
Trump was staggering around in his undershorts, babbling and convulsing as though he was having a stroke. Everyone pretended not to notice. I wondered if he was going to drop dead then and there; maybe the rest of them were waiting for that too. Also Tiffany was a sentient ornamental water-fountain.
Trump was staggering around in his undershorts, babbling and convulsing as though he was having a stroke. Everyone pretended not to notice. I wondered if he was going to drop dead then and there; maybe the rest of them were waiting for that too. Also Tiffany was a sentient ornamental water-fountain.
