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Tyler
You and Tyler were both old enough to vote. You were both ready to vote, although you agreed to keep politics out of your relationship and not say anything about who voted for who and why. (That's means all of you little shits out there about to comment GO TRUMP or GO HILLARY, just don't)
You were out of the voting booth, waiting to turn yours in with Tyler. When Tyler finally stepped out, you noticed he hadn't put any valid answer.
"Tyler-"
"I know."
Tyler had made himself 'another option' which happened to be 'Jishwa Dun.'
Josh
You two had decided to vote as well, however, like Tyler and his girlfriend, you didn't talk about it. (Just like you aren't going to fill my comments with rally shit)
You honestly didnt care, it between the two, and you choose, end of story. However, Josh decided not to vote, instead, both of you sat beside a fire place and passed a glass of kool-aid back and forth.
"To a new beginning." He says, raising the cup.
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