She did it again. It was roughly 107 days later. Another triumph over evil and incompetence. Another lump of salt in time’s gaping wound. Joseph R. Biden, the nominal president, had flamed out like a California wildfire kissing the Pacific Ocean for the first time. Mouths forced open, cheeks clenched tight. Engorged tongues tangling like cattails in the briny muck of beachfront bliss. The low whine of steam clouds billowing breast-like over the horizon. Almighty nature tamed at last.
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