It was sweet, this fantasy that an American longing for unity could somehow be fulfilled single-handedly by a handsome, plausible young senator from Chicago.
But it was always going to be sweet the way artificial sugar is sweet: without any caloric content, and leaving a weird aftertaste that keeps reminding you that what you just swallowed wasn’t real.
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