Me and Modi ji have always been childhood friends. He was the person who would always bring me tea when i'm down, do yoga with me and hold me close to his heart. But when Delhi called for him, he had to leave. Now years later, his life is filled with powerful people. I am nowhere near the status that he has, so can our dwindling love really last "Im never leaving you alone my pookie wookie sugar plum" he breathed in my ear, his sausage fingers holding my tiny body "Not again" SATIRE PLEASE DONT PUT ME IN JAIL MODI IM SORRY
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