But just a few seconds later, POTUS is thinking aloud. “Twenty-eight, twenty-eight…I was just starting law school in the fall,” he says, “which means it was this summer that I met Michelle.” He nods to himself. “It might have been this week, or even today, that we met for the first time twenty-four years ago.” He looks at me, and I feel compelled to say something. “Twenty-four years ago! We should have champagne!” I venture my first glance around after having sat down. It’s a very nice helicopter, but it’s small. There’s no cart service, that’s for certain. “Well, you sure got comfortable
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