The impression Trump gives you is this: you’re chatting with him, and then he suddenly hails a cab and leaves—still in the trunk.


You think he’s gone, right? Guess what—he rides back on a bicycle again. Then he pinches one of your cigarettes and even puts your lighter in his own pocket.
When he finally leaves, he adds one more line: “My friend, we’ll never share the same heaven.”
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