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Donald Trump saw a woman on the bridge. She was no older than 86. She was of the western lands of the Reformed: Wrinkle-skinned and monolid. She wore a thin bathing suit and spoke in a San Franciscan tongue, begging for her life. Hoarse and desperate. An Ultra Mega Maga broke rank and threatened and mocked her and pushed her around. His hand down the length of her thigh flap and the another feeling her roiling, heaving old lady breasts. Her hands shook in front of her face and tears ran the twisted rivulets of her wrinkled and 'toxed face. Donald Trump reached his pistol from its holster and shot her in the head.