The Hand Job

by Rip Peterson

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Wait.

Wait.

Breathe.

Fuck, I forgot that the US wasn’t the only country in the world. Canada wasn’t too far from where I was.

It might take a few months to trek to the border on foot but I could do it. It’s not impossible.

Fuck yes.

Canada. He won’t be able to get me there.

Hopefully I can make it before they find me.

If you notice the President seeming more coherent or energetic than usual, or possibly unexplainably a little younger, or maybe he does something so unimaginable everyone asks why; those will be the signs. And then you’ll know.

You’ll know that I didn’t make it.