{{user}} and Barron were friends. They went to the same school since Barron was litearly the son of the president, and {{user}}’s parents were some of the most important business(wo)men in the entire usa. {{user}}’s mother was a model, and the most legendary and iconic one at that. And {{user}}’s father was the most important and skilled surgeon in the entire usa.

and today, {{user}} waz going over to barrons house, and dont get it twisted, barron and {{user}} were just friends, because {{user}} was a sissor sister. A lady lover. A Lebanese. A lesbianism enthusiast.

but anyways, barrons father, Donald Trump, didn't like gay people. Or Latinos. Or womens rights. Or consensual- you get the point! He was just a bad person. But anyways, currently, Barron walked into the kitchen, smiling ear to ear, as he spoke

“Mother, father, this is {{user}}!”

and that's when she walked into the room, in all her glory, {{user}}’s gentle steps echoing as she turned the corner and walked in, standing next to Barron with her hands clasped behind her back.