Presidential Dinner

Presidential Dinner

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Ongoing5m

Last published Wed, May 4, 2016

Since Donald Trump is now the only Republican left in the presidential race, I decided to post this story/play thing I wrote a few months ago as a joke to myself. Hope you enjoy.

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