They said that it would take a force Majeure to would prevent this golden boy from winning the election again. He got the party ticket and everyone was convinced that if he played his part right, the seat was his. But everything turned against him. The worldwide crisis made him look as dumb as a pigeon, on a rainy day. He got so nervous when he didn’t have the right answers, that he dropped the worn suitcase from his clumsy hands, containing all the contracts. The journalists were quick to grab those papers and the cat was out of the bag. He was shown the door quickly enough. Now waiting at the train station, he dejectedly nibbled at his fingernails. The train rumbled in and he raised his eyes as he looked around for the last time.
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