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Yeah. I want to see the President.
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There's Mrs. Kennedy, and the crowd yells.
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And the President of the United States.
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The President, now partially obscured behind his wife...
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Yes, she is. She's beautiful.
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Mrs. Kennedy coming along behind him, grinning ah the while.
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Boy, ain't you coming downstairs? It's lunchtime.
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No, sir.
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The President now in with the First Lady,
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and the motorcade begins to move out.
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It cleared up.
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Should be here pretty soon now.