“I’m done for today with those androids” – decided Barack and headed to a nudist beach. It was so relaxing: the tender late-afternoon sun, warm sand and the ocean waves’ whispering … Chris was still around, with his “The most inspiring speech ever; Lincoln couldn’t be that eloquent; this country needs …, blah-blah-blah …”
Bored by the Matthews’ redundant routines, Obama decided to take a nap and closed his eyes ... While the sweating Secret Service was slumbering a little doggy sneaked to the Obama’s buttock and liked it.
Heavy-eyed Barack muttered: “Well, Chris, that is probably overkill, don’t you think?”

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