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This story is purely fictional. Any names, persons, and events depicted in this work are fictional and parody.
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Mr. Trump, who's in his older years, finds himself happy and quite deeply in love with a young Soulmate who loves him dearly...
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J didn't want to hear it, but hearing Trump's 'I told you so' is inevitable, given the situation.
Especially after the wave of nausea that overcame her as she cut into the white cream cheese frosting of Little Royal's chocolate birthday cake, the heat from the warm Florida sun not helping.
"Here! Take this! I'll be back!!" Fighting a battle within herself, -a losing battle putting her in need of the closest trash can-, she quickly passes the knife to Barron who's standing right next to her.
"Huh?" o_o
But instead of heading towards the nearest trash can, J sprints across the lawn and into the imposing Mar A Lago complex.
She refuses to show her weakness before The Family, the many kid guests who gathered for Little Royal's 4th Birthday, and especially before the Dear Husband with his intense analytical steel gray eyes.
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Of course, J's strange quick departure didn't go unnoticed by her Soulmate who quietly takes off, following her.
"Where is she running off to??" Ivanka turns to Barron with an incredulous expression on her face.
"I don't know.. Beats me!" Barron shrugs as he looks awkwardly at the knife in his hand.
That's when Estrella, who's standing next to Ivanka, exclaims, "She and Dad go to argue!"
Ignoring Estrella and her constant talk about her Parents arguing, Barron then looks down at wide eyed clueless Royal, who's birthday ironically on Presidents' Day is only a few weeks before his, essentially making both of them Pisces buddies. "Ready to help me cut your cake, Royal?" :D
"Yes... Daddy..?"
Sigh.. "Again. I'm not your Dad, Royal. That's your Dad right there." He points to an empty spot where Mr. Trump once stood. "Dad?"
"I told you guys! They arguin'!"
"Estrella honey, please~." Ivanka tries to politely shush the tiny girl standing next to her long legs.
Don Jr speaks up. "Estrella kinda has a point, guys. Think about it! Have you noticed Dad and J tend to disappear every time they come here?"
"Oh yeah~... You know what, you're right!" Eric adds as if in thought.
