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she smiled.

he has his back towards her, trying unsuccessfully to put on his tie.

"here, let me do that for you", she offered.

"thank you. i never could get this right", he said gratefully.

she stood behind him and started working on making the perfect knot. he was tall, broad-shouldered, with cropped hair that was combed to perfection. he was the youngest candidate ever to run for the position. easily, he was the crowd favorite.

although she had tied neckties thousands of times, this time, her fingers had a mind of their own. they just wouldn't work. or maybe it was because he was the one she was making it for.

"you know what, you're too tall. you've got to sit down"

he sat down on a nearby chair. it was weird, the future president of the country obeying orders from a campaign volunteer.

"so, what are you going to address on you speech today? this ground breaking is a photo op that will make the people love you more! i mean, who else would go all the way to the middle of nowhere...what?" she asked when she noticed him staring at her.

now, it was his turn to smile.

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