If POTUS/Mr. President Trump (USA's First [in-a-while], Anti-Corruptible, Stepdad), rolled up to the front of my middle/high school when I was younger, blasting Hot for Teacher out the limo's windows, saying these exact words, I'd feel nervous for ACTUALLY being one of the most, if not, THE LUCKIEST STEPSON ALIVE! Why? Do you realize how many of the girls I have a crush on, after this hypothetical after-school event, have acknowledged my sheer existence alone? All of them, except one, but she's my creative writing teacher, and it embarasses me to openly admit that…
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