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When we were kids, we used to play 'imagine' games. My friend Gary, used to pretend
that he was the President's secret lover. He
adored secrets. The modern day equivalent of Aesop's reed, a secure and trusty human recepticle, the President valued his discretion
after all, he'd been through this before with Monica, and we all know how that ended. The president felt bewildered,
he could not breath, his tie had flown around his head and was stangling him so tight that his eyes were starting to tear
up, and for some unknown reason, they tasted very sweet.
