"Come on, Sylvia, give me a break," he said, trying to sound annoyed enough to cause her to retreat. "I told you I love you, so what's your problem--I mean, does the news have to remind you every day that Slick Willy is our president? No--they told you when he got elected, and if there's any change, they'll let you know."
David zapped his final foe, smiled at his score, and glanced back up at Sylvia, who was sitting across from him on the couch, legs folded and tightly clutching a red and gold throw pillow; it didn't seem as if she had gotten the analogy.
"Don't worry," he said flatly, "if there's any change I'll let you know."
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