I can't remember the book or story it came from as I ain't read it in over 15 years, and I'll probably get the line wrong, but somehow, someway, something about the rhythm of Hillary's "I want you to ask yourselves: Were you in this campaign just for me?" reminds me of Flannery O'Conner asking "And what kind of preacher are you, not to see if you can save my soul?"
Line forms at the left. Let's get the fuck outta here - this'll be the last Christmas where there ain't no snow.
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you're waxing poetic
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