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Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

In short, Amy swallowed her own sense of personal dignity—nothing new there—to take the heat for Selina, and that was fucking that. It should have been the smoothest thing she's managed to pull off since she wrangled Selina's way into the President's camp and onto the ticket, but nope. Nope. The gods reached down from on high and smacked her right in her stupid smug face one more time, just to show her they could.

Amy didn't just run screaming out of Bumpkinville yesterday. She's been around long enough to recognize that there's one thing that remains constant in Washington, no matter how many screaming matches erupt on the ever-growing horror show that is the American news media.

This is from the VEEP fic I need to finish before the new season starts and totally josses the plausible parts. But the end is NOT COOPERATING.