Last night I stayed up until 11:34 p.m. watching the U.S. president election. I fell asleep. When I woke up at 6:57 a.m. this morning, I walked into the living room and saw Sparrow slouched over his computer. “Is Trump President?,” I asked. I didn’t need to hear the answer, I could see it. I facepalmed as I walked into the bathroom and pondered the unfathomable as I sat on the toilet. WTF?
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