Dear Mr. Pence,
Apparently, there's no daylight except what's in your tiny little mind. And don't confuse daylight with the warm, orange glow radiating from the spray tans in the Oval Office.
And if you ever wondered as to your purpose in life, it is to play the role of the dweeby little brother who everybody wishes would just go home.
Best to Mother,
Underemployed
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