“Mr. President, please, your hand is shaking again,” the photographer said. They would sedate him...
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“Mr. President, please, your hand is shaking again,” the photographer said. They would sedate him...
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“Do I look like me?” Joe asked suddenly. Finnegan thought he had fallen asleep in a sunbeam. “Do you...
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“Moist,” Joe muttered to himself. “Moist, moist, moist, moist.” Finnegan lay across the Oval Office...