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The Big House

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Published: August 22, 2018
As they led him down the corridor, he reflected on his many crimes against man and God. His adultery, his other adultery, his campaign finance violations, his lies to the media, his phony excuses to avoid the draft (which foot was it anyway?), his grabbing of women by the privates, his illegal payoffs, his betrayals of business partners, filing bankruptcy after bankruptcy to avoid paying what he owed, his firing of that one guy so that one guy wouldn’t bring charges against him.

At the end of the corridor, the guards unlocked the cell. His cell. The provisions were sparse. Not what he was accustomed to. The toilet was made of porcelain, not gold. Sad! When the door shut, sealing him away forever, he wondered: “But what about her emails?”
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MrWrong1|Hobbyist Digital Artist
The toilet would be made of stainless steel, but otherwise I'm with you.
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CD-B2|Hobbyist Writer
The kind of happy ending I am hoping for.
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