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But landing in the USA felt bittersweet--it’s the home I love, where I was born and want to die, and fell in love, but also the country that’s led by the et over

So I steal into the ladies’ room to find it vacant And I just look at myself in the mirror--and whisper, "Breathe" I shut ain Then I open et out there, and say hello to hi I’ve ever told myself to do

But I exit the room, and watch him with every step I take as I head back to the crowd--everyone waiting to greet hied

Alison spots ot it bad Can’t say I blame you," she says

"I don’t want to," I whisper

She s pictures

I drink him up like a starved woed in a real man--beautiful beyond belief So beautiful, I can’t believe beauty like that exists

And then he’s three steps closer, his voice so near "Thanks for co"

Two steps "Good to see you"

One step

I try to seous Everyone is holding their breath A silence settles over the room I blink in disbelief

Matt Hamilton

God He looks hot as sin, his eyebrows slanted as he looks piercingly intoon his beautiful lips--lips that are full and lush, and very, very wicked

There’s a catch inin ht nod

"Mr President"

He reaches out to take ood to see you" His voice is especially low

I reet hard when I called hi But it’s not like I’ His grip just right

His hand so right

We’re not even shaking hands He’s practically holding my hand And every part of me remembers this hand This touch oninto rip what feels like a sreet the other guests

Slack-jawed, I watch him retreat, then I discreetly open the paper It reads:

10 minutes

South exit

up the elevator

take the double doors down the hall