Fine.
I'll make it up then.
Here goes.
Dear Mr. President of the United States๐บ๐ธ, whom we call Trump. ๐ธ๐บ๐บ๐น๐ท๐ท๐ I give you some flowers and some candy ๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฅ bacon is candy in my country and some cake ๐ฐ๐ฐ and ice cream ๐ฆ๐ฆ. Okay, here's what I want to tell you. All those missiles we shot off ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐were because China ๐จ๐ณ made me do it. They're very bossy to me. Ew, I hate that so much. Because it's not really me. But nothing against you, nothing against South Korea๐ฐ๐ท, just China being mean again. They do this all the time. Panda face๐ผ/ Dragon face๐ all the time back and forth. I am so sick of them using me to snap at you. Not fair! I am looking forward to trashing ๐ those guys and hooking up ๐ฃ with you so we can have a McDonalds, ๐๐ and KFC ๐ and one of those Chick Fil A things ✝️❤️, and Taco Bell ๐ฎ๐ but not one of those Greens things ๐ฅ that's rabbit food, that's just weird. We want only real fast food places like donuts ๐ฉ and pies ๐ฅง.
North Korea ๐ฐ๐ต and United States ๐บ๐ธ forever.
Love ๐คand Kisses ๐, Kim
Know what's kind of weird?
The public citizens gathered in back are just standing there watching Trump doing his thing with the press, basking in his glory as he does his job in his way. They cannot hear what they are asking nor what he says to them. It's all visual. They're all just really digging standing there watching his back. They're all going, "OMG, there's our president doing his thing. I just want to stand here and watch him." And, "Boy, am I hungry."
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Respect.
And gratitude.
And maybe even love.
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