A tiny gift from a childhood friend.
"I need you to find out about a child. I sent a picture."
"Yes, Mr. President, wait a minute."
"I sent that child's information in an email, Mr. President. That child is a brick son."
"So who's the baby mother?!"
"There's no birth certificate. Will the president give me another check in the hospital?"
"No, I got the answer I was wondering. You brought them both back and said you'd bring them to the brick."
"Yes, President."
I hid it and he still found the brick.






































































