Writing

I just went downstairs, and saw the reptile and trump talking to them. He told them everything I just wrote. I dropped my empty cup for coffee and rolled it to them.

Why? I walked in on them talking about me. He told them to act and smile as I walked into the room.

Fake and phony.

I am not the tool in the uniform.

Update after This Morning

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