It's just a debate, just a debate, just a debate... Joe Biden thought as he watched the clock slowly tick away the hours, waiting desperately and anxiously for 9:00 PM. The day was September 29th, and that night, he was going on stage with his presidential rival. Or so he liked to believe. It was exhausting to pretend day in and day out that he hated the man, when in reality, that was the farthest thing from the truth.
Biden's therapist stared at him with a pleading look in his eyes. "I know it's hard. I promise I do. But you have to keep it up. Tonight would be the worst possible time for the secret to come out. Please Joe. You can do this," he begged. Almost at the brink of tears, Biden slammed his arms down on the side of the chair. "DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING EXHAUSTING IT IS TO HIDE YOURSELF THE WAY I HAVE TO?!! YOU HAVE NO CLUE. NO FUCKING CLUE!!" he cried in a sudden outburst.
No matter how much he didn't want to admit it to himself, he knew his therapist was correct. It would be too politically damaging for his dirty little secret to come out, for his fantasies to be known by the American people. Biden sighed, sinking down in his chair. Tonight was going to be a long night.
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The Debate (Triden)
RomanceJoe Biden has wrestled with his feelings for the commander-in-chief for a long time. What happens when everything comes to a head at the very first presidential debate of 2020?
