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President Joe Biden froze, and slowly turned towards the voice.
It was angelic, and he could recognise it anywhere.
“Donald,” he said, trying to keep his voice even. “It’s a pleasure to play with you,” he said, while he was thinking ‘if only’ in his mind.
“You’ve got nothing on me.”
“And what do you have on me?” Biden challenged. “The attack on the capital was your doing-”
“Sir,” Trump said, walking up to Biden and getting in his face. “Are you trying to imply that the people of this great nation don’t have their own free will? Are you trying to imply that they’re my mindless mutts that I can set on the capital whenever I want?”
Biden watched as Trump's orange face transformed into red.
His heart thundered in his chest as he wondered what shade his face would turn if he was straddling the former president.
He tried to keep that thought from his mind.
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