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Fable 4

I think that I'm related to Donald Trump. I look into the mirror. I see Donald's wig, Donald's eyebrows.(Wait, he doesn't have eyebrows)

I set out to look for him.

I pack all of my Donald Trump merchandise, including my bobble head. Then, I start driving. I search all over the U.S. for him, but he is not there. I spent days, weeks, months, years looking for him.

Then, one lucky day, I find him in Mexico. I find him on a beach, in a speedo.

I can't help but scream to him, "DONALD! I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR THE LAST 10 YEARS! PLEASE, COME TO ME DONALD! PLEASE!"

He looks over. He has sunglasses on. (I don't know if they are his, looks like his wife's sunglasses to be honest) Regardless, they look so sexy.

"WAT?" When he sees me, he immediately stands up.

"Are you my long lost brother? Sir, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

I am so happy that I made his day.  "I am your long lost brother, I think." He looks me over. Then, out of nowhere, he starts talking about how I'm sexy, and all of that. "Do you trust me?" He asks me. I say, "Yes, Donald, I do. Why?" Then he throws me into the ocean, dusts his hands off, and sits back down, reading his "Playboy" magazine. I drown because of him.

THANKS A LOT, DONALD!

Moral- Never trust somebody with corn hair, like Donald.