Hard bangings at his door. So hard, so loud as if a savage beast was calling from the other side, yet he heard nothing. He was so deep asleep in the brown horror of his own making and it seemed as if he wasn't waking up any time soon. "Sir please wake up, it's already past 8. Sir. SIR!" The door knob slowly turned and there he was, in a white hoodie-with no pants- covered in faeces.
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C: Letter In The Alphabet
Science FictionA presidential story of the First Family unlike no other.
