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End. "The End?" he wondered. He flipped through the rest of the pages, all blank. He looked at the spine. The title read,

"A Compilation of the Cumulative Accomplishments of the Last 5 U.S. Presidents". Ah! He forked over the $50, knowing Trump will appreciate the tome & have no trouble reading it.

Surprisingly he picked up the hefty book and started reading. An hour later he took to his Twitter account. "2 pages in and not 1 mention of me and My Contributions. Sad!" #unfair

But life is unfair to someone who must be seen at all times as a compassionate person. He sought therapy for his glory mongering. The therapist was a sexy blonde in a red suit.

in the room full of comfy chairs and soft lights, she stuck out. Blonde hair tangled, breasts peeking out from under her sharp scarlet suit. She didn't look like a therapist.

However, looks can be deceiving. "I can see from your expression that I am not what you expected as your therapist", she sighed, buttoning her scarlet suit up to the neck. "Tell me

-topped only by the extremely dense tissue of my brain. Suddenly I had a use for her. I picked her up and aimed her stare at various things which needed to be drilled. It seemed to

to be working out until I started to use her stare to drill for oil. Big Oil did not like that one bit. They made a big stink about out & had their paid politicians confiscate her.