Jagan: Story for another day...Mature

I walked through the front door of my house and down into my living room and plopped onto the couch, "What a day...what a day..." I said with a sigh.

I turned on the TV.

Headlines that read, "President's daughter found! Kirsten recovering well!"

I chuckled, "Same old same old. Just wait, tomorrow morning the President will be assassinated." I actually wouldn't have felt surprised if that had happened. Heck! I probably would have preferred that over what really happened.

But that's a story for another day...

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