"Who am I to speak to directly? Yourself or him?"
The president asked pointing at the two of them at a time. He shouldn't be present with them at that moment but what was hao wasn't what he could just let slide. He needed to fix it. He would running for another tenure and earning the people's trust was his priority. Usually the game of the mind that everyone would be willing to play of course.
He looked away from the fairy to the leader of the cops. They were only there in there. The president, the fairy and the cops.
The president had asked to be left alone with the fellow for some few minutes before he would hop on some international meeting which he would be anchoring or something close to that.
The Soviet Union had been testing his rage all the whiles but he had been keeping his
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Tiger In The Street Trois
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Tiger In The Street Six
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