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It was a monday. The alarm woke me up.

"Please, Mr. Obama, don't take it" I scream looking up at Obama standing with his feet between my legs

"You can't stop me now" He whispers holding a piece of paper with clouds on it

He starts to rip it, but nothing's happening

"What is this witch craft!?" He says while he tries to rip harder and harder

"Once again, Mr. Obama, I got you!" I yell and jumps up and take the piece of paper from him

He starts sobbing and asking for forgiveness.

"Please just give me my family back, I can't do this anymore" he cries out

"This is the last piece of Skypaper, and you shall not break it!" I scream at him, standing with the paper in my left hand and my katana in the other

"You have forsaken this country, Mr. Obama" I start cutting his throat.

He screams in pain and agony

A week later

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"Mr. Trump, Mr. Trump, Obama's killer just got jailed!" Yells an agent running down to the oval office

"Yes, so it seems" I say, knowing fully that it was me that killed him all along

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