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| �Democratic House. We�ve never had that,� Josh said, once again perfectly serious.
�Republican Senate,� I shot back. Josh wasn�t deterred, not that I had expected him to be. �Moveable.� �Conceivably,� I admitted. I knew that there was very little that Josh Lyman couldn�t do when he set his mind to it and managed to stay focused. �I almost lost, though. You know. You should appreciate the shot.� �I can�t do it.� �It can�t just be the money,� Josh said. I had to give him that. I didn�t care about the money. I�ve never been that guy. I could retire happy right now if I wanted to, though I�m not sure I�m exactly the type who retires period, let alone at the age of thirty eight. �There�s my love life.� �That�s a moveable feast,� Josh said, rolling his eyes. It took a lot for me to refrain from comparing �feasts� with him�even with all the grief it caused me my one-time thing with Laurie did far less damage to the Presidency than Josh�s �relationship� with Amy Gardner. �Not entirely,� I said. �I�m getting married.� I had called him, or, rather, his apartment, after it became official�he�s still my best friend and I will, eventually, need a best man, once the actual planning of the wedding begins�but I am not entirely sure that Josh has even been back to his apartment since the campaign started. �Well, I�ve heard it before.� �Nice!� �I mean� congratulations, is what I mean,� Josh fumbled. It was time for a little misdirection. �What about your life?� I asked. There was a pause and I rolled my eyes. �What was I thinking?� �I�ve been somewhat busy,� Josh said more than a little defensively. Obviously his lack of a personal life has become somewhat of a sore point for Josh. I filed that away for future reference. �That explains the�� Josh frowned. �The what?� �Your general�� I trailed off, trying to be tactful in my phrasing. �What? It�s the hairline, isn�t it?� Josh asked. �It�s retreated,� I agreed. Dragging his fingers through his hair Josh returned fire. �It�s routed. Like Napoleon out of Moscow.� The reference screamed �Donna� but I didn�t want to get tangled up in the web that is the saga of �Josh and Donna�. �There�s also a pallor issue,� I pointed out. �You live in melanoma central. Healthy glow turns out to be oxymoronic.� |
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