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.LP
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.ce
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.ps 16
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.CW
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JERRYMANDER FALLS
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.R
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.ps 8
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.CW
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tags: 1868, haus_mold, jerrymander_mold
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.R
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.PP
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.ps 10
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The polls had closed and so Jerrymander did the only thing he knew
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how to do, aside from campaigning, which was to crack open a beer and
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down the whole thing in one gulp.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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The beverage exhibited no effect upon his overweight, mechanical
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body.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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.I
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Grover fucking Cleveland!
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.R
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he growled.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Opening another can, he decided that America deserved a Democrat.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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.I
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Fuck 'em,
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.R
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he mumbled.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"Stop pretending to be drunk."
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Haus Mold stood in the doorway, examining Jerrymander's hotel room.
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"Where are your people," he asked.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"I sent them away. There's no point in listening to their excuses."
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"You seem to be taking this awfully personally."
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"So what."
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Jerrymander put down his beer can and paced the circumference of
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the curved room.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"Something troubles me about this election," he said at last.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"Sure. You didn't win."
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Jerrymander scowled.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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The horse looked worried. It seemed to sag under the weight of
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Jerrymander's saddle.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"There's no reason for you to leave town over this," Haus pleaded.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"Fuck 'em," was all Jerrymander would say. He repeated it quietly
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several times before trailing off into belligerent silence.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Dust caught in Haus' face and false teeth as the horse made a go of
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things.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Jerrymander didn't look back.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Once the old man was gone, Haus retreated to his hotel room and
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laid down on his bed. The name kept coming back to him.
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.I
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Jerrymander Falls.
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.R
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.PP
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.ps 10
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He unlatched his satchel and checked the integrity of the Mold
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backups for the third time that day.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Haus finally made up his mind. He took out his pen and got started
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on the paperwork.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Hard reboot.
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