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iced sincerity. "You all know me as a fighter for the people. But tonight,
me. I smiled b
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meeting with a powerful male senator. The angle w
could feel hundreds of
e dripping with a meaning that turned my stomach. "He has a very
, and the air was sucked out of my lungs. It was a photo from our bedroom. I was asleep, turned away from t
e righteousness, "comes from sleeping his way through Washin
m curdled into a sic
datory grin. "So tonight, for any of you who pledge your full and unwavering support to m
in the air. "He'll do whatever it
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