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2. I yelled back, “We’re just here to get out the vote!”
Long pause from our guy.
“Go Trump!!!” he finally managed.
I said, “Fine! Then go get out the vote for him, if you want!”
Silence.
Blackout.
(I think he’d been watching us and was desperately hoping we’d knock on his door so he could scream at two middle-aged women—one wearing a leg brace and limping badly—and was mad he’d missed his chance.)