Frost, one of the first single men to walk the fabled halls of the White House, stood on the edge of a porch looking out into the darkness of early night.
But that wasn't on his mind. It should be. But to be honest, it wasn't. SHE was. The love of his life. The future First Lady. It probably knocked his chances around a bit to think like that, hit'em in the groin a few times, but he didn't care, he was the president.
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