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Every
Vote Counts Dan Ladd
 Jenson
appeared at the door. “Another contestant in the game, like if he were to
stand in front of me there would be certainty on my vote. I would quiver in
the presence of his power and his face would undoubtedly grin in my thoughts
while I filled in my vote sheet. He had it made anyway; his “doe” allowed him
to advertise around town like a Coca-Cola company or something. That’s all
this town has time for anyway. So “get the hell off my property!” and he
does. With the intention of convincing my brainless neighbor, twenty-nine
year old brunette who probably had the nerve to vote straight Democrat, with
no information on the contestants themselves, basing her decision on the
definition of the word it self. “Stupid bitch” I think as they chat. About to
close the door I take one last look at the political scumbag. This time
curiosity takes hold of my fired-up brain. He’s laying on the steps of her
house, not a common sight for a man with prestige. The local camera’s crowd
around him, I run to see…he’s dying I think as I get down on my knees and try
to pump air into his lungs. |
