http://www.hemispheresmagazine.com/fiction/2005/faulkner.htm
Condi wiped some spit on her hand and patted down my hair. Her hand was soft and she smelled like Xerox copies coming right out of the machine. “He looks just fine,” Condi said.
Faulkner does the White House
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oh man that’s good. and he didn’t even have to make up a character to be the slow one.
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