Mr. President,

My letter to you is due today.  Outside it is dreary.  The rain is falling and being whipped around by a cold northerly wind.  Every beast with a heart is hunkered down, hopefully nuzzled in the bosom of a loved one.  But, alas, not for me.  I’m left sitting at this computer looking at the gray screen that is the world outside and contemplating your existence.

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