Hillary Clinton was very quiet last night in her cold and dark office. Joe Biden was going to run for President of the United States and Barack Obama wouldn't give her the time of day. Donald Trump and Jeb Bush were fighting it out and Jeb was losing, knocking the Bush name off the GOP ticket as more printed sheets fell from the Hillary Clinton private office printer.
Hillary was looking for her Benghazi talking points for Thursday's congressional hearings as her world was diminishing by the minute. People didn't like the Clinton name and the walk on the beach election turned into a storm. Hillary turned her eyes to the wall clock and realized she would only get four hours of sleep again, too little.
She unhooked her necklace and laid it on her desk and noticed the moth flying around her office, most likely a fu.king NSA bug sent to torment her.
It was going to be a very long week and Bill had never returned her call. She took her gold ring off and laid it on the desk also, only wearing her wedding rings for show now, wondering if Bill would even come home, gaudy and drunk most likely.
She had very little human closeness now as the DNC and the White House was pushing Joe Biden to run for president. Everything lacking in her life she picked up the next printed page and started reading her staffs notes, a cloud of boredom moved over her as she read about Putin in Syria, she was a girl child in a mans world.
She could only brush against power, never to have power of her own.
It burned inside her, the hate she had for America and the Constitution, as she spread more printed pages across her desk.
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