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George paced in his office, little laps, adjusted the painting of Lincoln, then stood still, facing the window, following a speck of dust that floated around in a beam of late autumn afternoon light.
Knock knock knock.
"Mister President?"
"Just a minute!" George gave the office a last once over. Still a disaster, but it would have to do. He took the blue box from his desk, then went to open the door. "Nancy," he stuttered, "These are for you." He thrust the box into her chest.
"Thanks, 'Super'," she read aloud, "'for heavy flow'. That's...great. I'll use these."
The two sat down, "Condi helped me pick them out," he said. They faced each other in armchairs. Nancy crossed her legs, then uncrossed them. George tugged at his collar.
Knock knock knock.
"Mister President?"
"Just a minute!" George gave the office a last once over. Still a disaster, but it would have to do. He took the blue box from his desk, then went to open the door. "Nancy," he stuttered, "These are for you." He thrust the box into her chest.
"Thanks, 'Super'," she read aloud, "'for heavy flow'. That's...great. I'll use these."
The two sat down, "Condi helped me pick them out," he said. They faced each other in armchairs. Nancy crossed her legs, then uncrossed them. George tugged at his collar.