“You can call me Mr. President.  Has a nice ring to it don’t you think John?”

JOHN: [sinking feeling, but too brief to be sad]

TRUMP: What, John, you “#withher”?

JOHN: Only in my dream.

TRUMP: Dream?

JOHN: A blonde, blue-eyed dream. Then she was gone.

TRUMP: That’s what I want to talk to you about John.

JOHN: Later gator. You got some bigger fish to fry–the swing states. I bet Hillary’s getting into Billy and Franklin Graham’s dreams if she got into mine.  Charlotte, North Carolina has the Billy Graham compound–I think there’s a museum on site.  You think you and Hillary could get invited there?

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