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It was a great day that day.
The sun was barfing, the trees were plotting to overthrow the government, and the birds were screeching out the lovely song of "Sweatshirt" by Rolf Stegosaurus.
A typical, normal, average day.
But what the world didn't know was that something too beautiful for them was going to be borthed this day.
The beautiful, majestic, holy Donald Trump was borthed.
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A Tale of Trump
FanfictionShe is beauty, she is grace. What's that face? That is none their than the mighty Trump! Join Trumps adventure. THIS BOOK IS FOR WHEN IM BORED AND DONT FEEL LIKE UPDATING MY OTHER BOOKS TANKS M8TYS
