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Frank, belly full of soul food, drunk and high on meth, returns to a pitch black motel room...
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and babbles to a strangely quiet Claire throughout a night punctuated by manic lovemaking...
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| Claire, are you asleep my love? I've had several ideas about how to turn the tide of public opinion against Trump and I want to bounce them off of you | |
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Until he wakes the next morning confronted by a puddle of gore and spunk...
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| Oh dear Lord, did I do this in a meth fueled daze? I need time to think. | |
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