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WITH LOVE FROM RUSSIA

Oh mate

"I don't think you realized how far the radical left has gotten to you, Joe."
"Enough of that! Enough left vs. right, democrat vs. republican, conservative vs liberal, this is about our country! No matter what side, these people are still YOUR people!" Joe exclaimed.
"Why are you getting so heated up? didn't you come here to apologize? Now you're just yapping at me more you old hag!"
Joe clenched the hand he still had on Donald's shoulders. He turned his body to be on top of Donald's. He put his other hand on his shoulder.
"Listen to me Donald. I mean it."
"The hell has gotten into you Joe?!"
"I-I'm sorry! I-"
He took his hands off his shoulders, and moved his body away from Donald's. However, as he was moving his body back, his knee gently brush Donald's crotch. Donald blushed heavily and quickly moved his hand to his crotch.
"Look man..." Joe said quietly, in a pitiful voice.

Joe's face slumped. He felt embarrassed. Ashamed. He finally had the chance to talk to Donald directly and alone
"Listen man," he said. "I just want the best for the country. You know I mean that. We both do. I mean, look at how many people you have inspired." Joe said sitting down on the couch next to Donald.
"Your plans are crazy you socialist! Do you have any idea what you're doing to my country?"
"Donald please!" Joe exclaimed. He put his hand on Trump shoulders and looked in directly in the eye.
"I mean it when I want this country to be the people's country."
Donald's stared into Joe's eyes then swiftly took his eyes off Joe's. What was that? He took a second to respond.

"What do you want?"
Joe opened the door slowly, not knowing that was a mistake. He looked up to see Donald without his tux on. He blush and quickly closed the door.
"I--I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking!"
"You never think Dementia Joe! Now what do you want?"
"I just wanted to talk to you."
"Fine. Come in."
Joe opened the door and let himself in. The room was a mess, a bottle of orange spray paint was lying on the floor. There was one large white couch, a vanity and a sign on the wall which simply said "TRUMP".
"Nice place." Joe said.
"I'm the fanciest person you'll ever meet, Joe. Now, what do you want?"
"My momma always told me to have manners. There were a few rude things I said tonight and I wanted to apologize."
"Heh, I didn't think you had it in you to bark a single nasty comment. You're a ♥♥♥♥♥ Joe, you have nothing to apologize for."

The first debate had finished. Arguably, both sides agree that the debate was a total disaster. Joe and Donalds walked to their respective breakrooms to relief themselves of some stress.
"What a ♥♥♥♥♥ how, Joe." Said Kamala.
"That man is an absolute lunatic. Just how did he become President?"
"We all wonder. Rest up, we need to prepare for the debate next week."
Kamala leaves the room. Joe is left with his thoughts.
"Was it his plans? His policies? His people? ... His words? His... looks?" Joe thinks to himself.
Stumbled at how such a man could possibly gain the position his had, Joe thought deeply about how Donald Trump became the most powerful man in the world.
Joe stood up from his chair, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"Mom always told you to have your manners." He told himself.
He left his breakroom and headed towards Donald's. Joe knocked on the door.
"Knock knock," he said.
A few stumbles and quiet yelps were heard.
"Who is it?" Donald ask.
"Sleepy Joe." He said.