Shhh be very quiet, you can almost hear the naked feet of Huma slow walking passed the garden fountain outside Bill and Hillary Clinton's bedroom window. From the rubbish heap Hillary Rodham Clinton has gathered her inner circle filled with glistening greed for power and wealth, willing to do anything.
Huma Abedin was meeting Cheryl Mills so Huma with her ashy skin stood on the garden stone step waiting for the gate to silently open for Cheryl Mills. The beads of sweat broke across the corrugations of Huma's face as she remained wide eyed waiting on her curious Negro friend with her mossy hair and a string of beds around her neck.
Huma heard the heavy steps limping down the alley leading to the garden gate like some galloper on a carousel, that Negro bounce. Cheryl Mills would have the new computer email server, the one painted a pale red so they could always find the right one.
Huma waited under the tree just like they had rehearsed as Cheryl was emitting some obscene moan as she opened the garden gate announcing her arrival. The computer server was heavy for such a small appliance but it was worth it's weight in gold.
This server was cleaned, and the script of Hillary Clinton's criminal activity was removed forever as the two women looked at each other in the pale light of the garden.
The DHS, NSA, FBI, DOD, DIA or anybody else would never read about the cash and carry business of the Clinton's. Rotten from within the Clinton Foundation was always crackling with cash and the girls had earned their bonus tonight.
The Clinton computer email server containing everything; reports, diaries, articles, deals and letters was now safe and could be turned over to the F.B.I.
With flattery, threats and cash bribes Hillary Clinton was now armed again as all the evidence had been destroyed.
There would be no violence tonight, everybody did what they were told.
The savage bitch, Hillary Clinton could now save the world
Huma Abedin and Cheryl Mills
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