bleach is the best

As gasemecks yelled his hopes and dreams for America, his voice cracked. Putin was sitting just opposite him, eyes enticing, sucking and chewing a pen. Their gazes crossed, an epiphany struck; they both wanted this. Shuffling his legs nervously, Putin licked his lips, paying special attention to the corners, all the while concentrating on the perfectly curved wrinkles that mounted his desired ones face. Everyone else was oblivious to the scandalous happenings.