grover cleveland was walking down the street.
the street was lined with tall buildings, and the sky was gray.
there were a lot of people.
they were all wearing t-shirts.
as grover got closer to them, he saw that most or all of the t-shirts had the words “hug me” on them.
some of them had other words on them as well, such as “nobody loves me” or “i really need this” or “life is horrible”.
grover looked down at his own chest. he saw that he too was wearing a t-shirt saying “hug me” and in smaller letters underneath “if you don’t love me, you hate me”.
he looked up and saw that the people on the street were starting to surround him, with their arms outstretched for hugs…
they closed in on him… everything went black…
he woke up.
it was all a dream. he was back in the real world, safe.
he was himself, grover cleveland, a trained deadly assassin.
in a few hours he would have to go to work snd assassinate the emperor and empress of persia.
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