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Meeting the First Lady
Friday was my first day at work. I was scheduled to meet the First Lady at the Mar-A-Lago nice and early at 6:00 a.m. When I arrived, the place seemed quiet, with minimal security. I assumed the President was still at the Whitehouse, then.
Suddenly, I heard the tapping of heels as the First Lady descended the stairs, and when I saw her, I couldn't believe my eyes. She was still dressed in her pajamas, if you could call them that!

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