The reels moved slowly, as I knelt by the bedside, transfixed by the words of the country’s sitting president.

“My friend,” Nixon began, after another pause, saying the words in his strange way that nobody on earth I’d ever heard talked like, “will you guide me through this time? My friends are deserting like rats from a sinking ship.”

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