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“I’m not sure what you normally do, sir. My sister picked you out of the catalog yesterday. Do you sing — or dance? I didn’t have time to check.”
Eugene shook his head: “I’m a U.S. President.”
“Oh,” she thought for a moment. “Of America?”
“I’m not sure what you normally do, sir. My sister picked you out of the catalog yesterday. Do you sing — or dance? I didn’t have time to check.”
Eugene shook his head: “I’m a U.S. President.”
“Oh,” she thought for a moment. “Of America?”