
The black dog followed them home. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. All was exuberant and campaign headquarters and initial results from the swing districts seemed positive. How could it all have gone wrong? After all champagne corks had popped, and their candidate had already proclaimed victory. How could the media say the outcome was any different? So they trudged home through the bleak November cold, shadowed by that damned black dog.
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First Line Friday: The black dog followed them home.
Depression was the first thought that came to my mind too…
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Is the damned black dog named Trump? lol
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