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| �How�d you know?� CJ asked with a smile.
�Met those nuts my first term in Congress,� Matt replied with a good-natured smile. �So, Big Block of Cheese Day? Explain this to me.� Josh cleared his throat dramatically. �Andrew Jackson, when he was President, had a big block of cheese in the main foyer of the White House,� he said, starting the speech in pretty much the same way that Leo always had. �Oh, god, he�s going to do the speech and everything,� Donna groaned, sharing a pained look with CJ. �The thing weighed two tons,� Josh continued as if Donna hadn�t said anything, much to the amusement of Matt and Bartlet. �President Jackson wanted the White House to really belong to the people, especially those who didn�t normally get the attention of those in power, so he got the cheese and opened the doors and invited anyone who wanted some to come by and, you know, get their share of the cheese.� Not exactly a Leo calibre Andrew Jackson speech, but no one wanted to say it that way�Josh was already dealing with enough issues in regards to measuring up to Leo. �You need some practice,� CJ observed. �Hey, it�s been a while, and it�s not like I was born in the land of cheese like someone else in the room,� Josh protested, pointing in my direction. �I don�t know what you�re talking about. I have never said I was born in Wisconsin, Joshua. I was born in Minnesota, only I wasn�t because of the stupid border, and then I moved to Wisconsin when I was six,� Donna said patiently. She had been hearing Josh�s jokes about being from Wisconsin since she had started working for him almost ten years earlier and she had stopped caring about what he said about her home state after working for him for two weeks. �What?� Helen frowned. �What do you mean you were born in Minnesota only you weren�t?� Abbey smiled as she fielded that question. �It turns out that Donna missed being an American citizen by, what was it? Four miles?� the First Lady said. Donna nodded. �INS re-clarified the US-Canada border and it turned out that Donna was a Canadian citizen all her life. How�s that massive inferiority complex coming along, by the way?� �It was pretty much gone until I got into a fight with a chicken,� Donna replied with a smile. �Finally a story I remember,� Matt smiled. Though he had, thankfully, stopped saying it aloud, Donna knew she was fated to be �Chicken Fighter� in his eyes for the rest of her life. �That�s good to hear,� Abbey said to Donna. |
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