>I was only 9 years old
>I loved Donald Trump
>I had all the merchandise
>Every night I’d pray to Trump for deporting illegal immigrants
>My dad would hear me and call me a racist
>I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Donald Trump
>I called him a loser
>He slaps me and send me to bed
>I’m crying now and my face hurts
>I feel a warmth approach me
>It was Donald Trump
>I’m so happy
>He whispers in my ear “we need to build a wall”
>Then he gets me out of bed and reaches in his pocket
>I’m ready
>I open my wallet for Donald
>He gives me a small loan of a million dollars
>It hurts so good, but I do it for Donald
>I feel my wallet tearing as he puts the money in
>He roars a mighty roar as he makes my wallet great again
>My dad walks in and says “what the fuck”
>Donald Trump looks at him and says “you’re fired”
>Trump leaves through the window
>Trump is love, Trump is life
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jacob BLackburn
Feb 16, 2016 at 09:19PM EST
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