The Best Presidents Are the Worst People

He invaded everyone's personal space - if he wanted something from you, he would put his hand inside your suit jacket and roam around in there while his face would hover a lick's distance from your cheek and his other hand would rub your shoulders or tug on your earlobe or squeeze other body parts. The discomfort was like a drug to him.



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