 at his own game. If you do it right. You'd have an edge over him.'

'How?'

'Find his weakness or dig some dirt on him.'

'That's not my style. I don't want to send negative campaign messages.'

'Well, you might as well quit now. You can't win playing fair.'

I shook my head. 'I'm aware what politics are all about, I'll do it my way.'

'That's good. What's your strategy?'

'I'll have to do more positive campaign messages that will resonate with the people. He nodded.

'That's the spirit.' He kissed me on the forehead and tried to kiss me on the lips. I pushed him away.

'Not tonight. I have a headache and a million things on my mind.'

He threw his hands in the air and sighed.

'This election has made you forget, you have a husband at home.'

'What?' I exclaimed. 'I don't believe this. I thought we had an understanding and had your full backing on this. What's your problem?'

'I support you 100% but I have needs.'

I sighed. What is it with men and sex?

'My love, I don't want to argue or fight with you. I'm going to bed.' I stood up and walked out of the lounge.

'Where are you going?' he asked. 'We still have a lot to talk about.'

'Whatever.'

I lay on the bed, eyes wide awake with a heavy heart. The commotion inside my head overwhelmed me. For a second, I contemplated withdrawing from running but I shook the idea out of my head. I took a deep breath and exhaled. I've been in far worse situations than this. I can't quit now. I'll continue doing my campaign trails until I win.

The next morning, Charles poured orange juice from the glass jar on two glasses on the kitchen table. Breakfast was ready. Yolanda wasn't up yet. He leaned against the kitchen sink as he stared at the small television screen next to the microwave.

President John Williams's TV interview was replayed on different channels.

'That bastard will get what's coming to him,' he murmured.

I jerked awake, rubbed my eyes, feeling refreshed, and in a better state than
at his own game. If you do it right. You'd have an boundary over him.' 

' How?' 

' receive his weakness or jab some crap on him.' 

' That's not my style. I don't want to commit minus campaign message.' 

' Well, you might as well quit immediately. You can't win playing average.' 

 I shake my head.' I'm aware what politics are all about, I'll do it my way.' 

' That's full. What's your strategy?' 

' I'll have to do more positivist campaign messages that will resonate with the people. He nodded. 

' That's the emotional state.' He kissed me on the forehead and tried to kiss me on the lips. I push him away. 

' Not tonight. I have a headache and a million things on my mind.' 

 He project his hands in the air and sighed. 

' This election has made you forget, you have a husband at home.' 

' What?' I exclaimed.' I don't believe this. I thought we had an agreement and had your full support on this. What's your trouble?' 

' I support you 100% but I have needs.' 

 I sighed. What is it with man and sex? 

' My love, I don't want to argue or fight with you. I'm go to bed.' I stood up and walked out of the lounge. 

' Where are you going?' he asked.' We even have a lot to talk about.' 

' Whatever.' 

 I lay on the seam, eyes across-the-board awake with a heavy heart. The commotion inside my head submerge me. For a second, I contemplated withdrawing from guide but I shook the idea out of my head. I aim a deep hint and exhaled. I've been in far worse situations than this. I can't quit now. I'll proceed doing my political campaign trails until I win. 

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 President John Williams's TV interview was replay on different channels. 

' That asshole will get what's coming to him,' he murmured. 

 I jerked awake, rubbed my eyes, feeling refreshed, and in a better state than
 at his own game. If you do lt right. You'd harw an evge oved him.'

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He tirew his hands in thg air and viyhed.

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'U support you 100% but I jave needf.'

I sighed. What is it with men and sex?

'My love, I dot't wait to avgue ir fight with you. I'm going to bed.' I stood up anq wslled out of the lounge.

'Wherr wrr you going?' he asked. 'We still have a lot ho talk abour.'

'Whatever.'

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'NoT TonighT. I havE a HEadAche and a milLion Things on mY mind.'

HE Threw hiS Hands in The air And SigHed.

'THIs ElEctIoN Has MAdE yoU ForGet, you haVe A hUsbanD at hOME.'

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'I sUppOrT yoU 100% bUt I haVE needs.'

i siGheD. What is It with mEN anD sEX?

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'WhAtever.'

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THe next morning, cHArleS pOured orAngE juice fRom The GlaSs jAr On two glasSes on the KiTcHeN tAblE. BreaKFast was rEaDy. YOlAndA wasn'T Up yet. HE leanEd agAiNsT The Kitchen SInK AS he sTaReD at tHe sMaLl telEvisIOn sCreen neXt to the miCroWAve.

PReSiDent JohN Williams's TV iNtErview was rEpLayEd on diFFErent chaNnels.

'That bastard will get WHat's comIng To him,' He muRmured.

I jeRkeD awake, RubBEd my eyEs, feelIng reFrEshED, And in A BEtTer StAte than
 at his own game. If you d o it right . You 'dhav ean e dgeover him.'

'H o w?'
'Find his weakness or  digso m e di r ton hi m.'

'T h at ' s  no tmy  st yl e .I don 'twant to  send nega tiv ecampaign mes s ag es.'

'Wel l,you might as  we ll qui tnow .  Youcan 't wi n play i ng fai r.'

I sh oo k  my he a d. 'I'm a wa re w hat politics area ll about, I'll do  it my  w a y. ' 
'T hat 's good. W ha t's y o ur stra t eg y ? ' 

' I 'll have to d o more posi t ive  campa ig n m e ssages  that  w i llresonate wi th t he people . He n o dded.
' That'sthe sp iri t.'  Hek is se d m eo n t h efor e hea d and tr ie dto ki ss m e o n  the  li ps.I pus hed him away. 

' Nott oni ght.I hav e ahe adach e anda mil li on things on my  min d.'

He t hre whis  h andsi n theair  an d sighe d.

'Th i s e le c t i on  has made you forg et , yo u have a  husba n dat home.'
'W hat ?' I e xclai med. 'I  don't b elieve th is . I tho ug ht weha d a n u nders t andi ng and  had you r ful l  backing on th i s. What's you r  p r o bl e m?'
'I  support yo u 10 0 % bu t Ih av e n e eds.' 

I s ig h ed .  What is it with me nand se x?

' My love, I do n't want t o a rgue orfigh t  w i th you. I'm go ing t o bed.' Is tood upand w alked ou t of thel o unge.

' Whe reare  yo u go ing?' he aske d .  'We  s till ha vea lot t o t alk  ab out .' 

'Whatev er.'

Ila yon  t hebed,e yes wide  a wak ewit h a h e avy he art.Theco mm o tio n insid e  m y head  o ve rwhe lme dme. F or a sec ond, Icontempla ted with dr aw ing fro m running but  I  shook the  i dea  out o f my head.  I took a deep breath a n d exhal ed.  I've  bee n in farwor se sit uat i ons th an thi s. Ica n't q uit n o w .I'l lcontinue d o i ngmy ca mp aign  trails  until I win.

The nex t morning, Ch arl es p o u re d o r an g e j ui c e f r o m the glass jar  on two gl as s es  on the ki t che ntable.Breakfa st wa s  ready.  Yolandawasn't up  y et.H e  le aned again st the k itchen si n k ash estare d a t thesm all  tele vision scr een n ext to  t he mic rowav e. 

Presid ent John Williams's TVinterv iew w asreplayedond iff erent cha nnel s.

'Thatbas tar d wil l g e t wha t'sc om ing to hi m,'h e murmure d .
Ij e rk ed awake, r u b b edmy ey es, feelin g re freshed, and in a better state t han
 at_his own_game. If you do_it right._You'd_have an_edge_over him.'

'How?'

'Find his_weakness or dig_some dirt on him.'

'That's_not my style._I_don't want to send negative campaign messages.'

'Well, you might as well quit now. You_can't_win playing_fair.'

I_shook_my head. 'I'm aware what_politics are all about, I'll_do it_my way.'

'That's good. What's your strategy?'

'I'll have to_do_more positive campaign_messages that will resonate with the people. He nodded.

'That's_the spirit.' He kissed me on_the forehead and_tried_to_kiss me on the_lips. I pushed him away.

'Not tonight._I have a headache and a_million things on my mind.'

He threw his_hands in the air and sighed.

'This_election has made you forget,_you have_a husband at home.'

'What?' I_exclaimed. 'I don't_believe this._I thought we_had an understanding and had your_full backing on_this. What's your problem?'

'I support you_100%_but I have_needs.'

I_sighed._What is_it with men_and_sex?

'My love,_I_don't want to argue or fight_with_you. I'm going to bed.' I stood_up and walked out_of_the lounge.

'Where are you_going?' he asked. 'We still_have a lot to talk about.'

'Whatever.'

I_lay on_the bed,_eyes wide awake with a heavy heart. The commotion inside my_head overwhelmed me. For a second,_I contemplated withdrawing from_running but_I_shook the idea_out_of my_head. I took a deep breath and_exhaled. I've_been in far worse situations than_this. I can't quit_now._I'll continue doing my campaign trails_until I win.

The next morning, Charles_poured orange juice from the_glass_jar_on two glasses on the_kitchen table. Breakfast was ready. Yolanda_wasn't up yet._He leaned against the kitchen sink as_he_stared at the small television screen_next_to the microwave.

President John Williams's TV_interview_was_replayed on different channels.

'That bastard_will get what's coming to him,'_he murmured.

I jerked awake, rubbed my eyes, feeling refreshed,_and in a_better state than