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... ined. But, of course, she couldn’t visit every day.
Which is why the sight of freshly cooked takeout on my lap makes me want to clap in happiness.
"Do you want some?" I ask the president, because manners should still exist even in misery, and he’s the one who bought it.
"Just eat and let me know your decision after eating," he replies without even opening his eyes.
I wonder if he’s had a nap at all today. He looks like the type who schedules sleep like an internat ...
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