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With 40% of the vote in, the California 47th has been called for Webb. Portraits plastered on CNN, vote count drastically higher than Sam's.
In the empty, now-defunct campaign command center, they don't desecrate the table or bed. The couch is fine. Superimposed flashbacks to Toby's office, blinds shut, getting railed, beard burn, blowing off steam.
Still clothed, Toby fucks Sam with a lubricated condom already in his pocket. He'll feel it tomorrow.
Vengeful kisses on the mouth, the last laugh after a blurry photograph of Sam with a liberal, pregnant, unwed Congresswoman.
No difference between throwing rocks and goodbyes.
