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| Unturned worm |
Jill Stein laughed and slithered back into her cocoon, counting the money she took from the old FSB operator and from the fools she had conned into believing she regretted his handiwork Like the pernicious species of political insect she was, she and Gary (or his replacement, if HIS children did not eat him first) would nest, not using the money to build any ground strategy, but to emerge in another three years to sing the same mindless clatter and cacophony to self-important white kids with dreams of being heroes of an armchair revolution |
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