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Pierres POV (During the election) There I was moving my way into the stupid political fundraiser I was once again, forced by the terrible liberal government to attend. I released my wife Anadias arm as she rushed towards her friends so she could get away from me. I walked onto the stage of the Toronto club, and I began my speech “Good afternoon gentlemen and biological clocks” And for some reason people started booing. I looked around and saw Anadia trying to hide her face. I guess she was either embarrassed or on her period.
After I had gotten of stage, I was struggling to ignore the crowd cheering for Christler Freeland(Chrystia Freeland) on stage. But then I saw a familiar face in the distance and all I could do was stop and stare at him,Donald Trump. I didn’t know if I should be worried or relieved to see him again.I started getting flashbacks of are last encounter saying words I wish I could take back like “I’m gonna axe this relationship harder than Il ever axe tax” but after all it has been 6 years since I last talked to him maybe he’s forgiven little PeePee.
While I was standing in the corner of the room listening to the appointed prime minister ‘CARBON TAX CARNEY’ give a lecture I totally did NOT like. When I looked to my right, I caught Donald staring at me as if he were aware of the fact that I was staring at him minutes earlier, and he walked over. “I know you recognize me, Pierre. I’ve been missing you for way too long, quite frankly." Donald said, Though I wanted to place my arms around his torso (also known as hugging him) and tell him how sorry I am, I just couldn’t. "Donald, I’m sorry I have to go“ I replied, but just as I was about to leave, he placed his hands on my waist. I shivered and bit my lip. "Pierre, I can feel our connection, and it’s VERY HIGH, just like my approval rating. Now follow me."
I obediently followed my daddy trump into the bathroom. When we got there, he tapped my head “Good boy” he said. And then his beautiful bruised hands touched mine. I smiled at him, looking into his eyes. Donald let go of my left hand and put it around my shoulder, “Pierre, you're the Canadian version of me, quite frankly, and I know you hate this country, so I want you to run away to the US Virgin Islands with me, except you're flying there because I’m not paying for extra room."
“I’m sorry my gurthy daddy I can’t go!” Donald dropped my right hand and looked at me in disbelief. “I want you, but I can’t fly on my own; the carbon tax is too high," I said, Donald pulled me even closer. "Pierre, if we do this together, we can make our relationship great agai-"
I interrupted pushing him away. “You know what,I can’t be with you, it would ruin my chance of becoming prime minister!”
I took a step back and a moment to reflect on what I had said but then realized I just pushed away my sweet pookie Donnie again and ran out of the bathroom, then told Anaidas she could call an Uber because I’m leaving early.