Quarantine Journals - Trump is gone.

I am watching the inauguration and crying. 

Oliver is trying to make sense of it all.

"My people?! Did he just say 'my people'?! IS THAT WHO TOOK THE CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS?!

(More talking on TV)

"Oh, my people. 😞 It's not going to be Halloween anymore. (Sigh.)"

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