It's 3 a.m. and Donald Trump can't sleep.
Restless, he tosses back and forth between Egyptian cotton sheets. The sweat builds on his forehead. His teeth grind. A tinpot dictator in some far-flung land has made a joke about his hands.
The rage builds.
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