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I asked, and pulled Lane aside to talk in private.
    â€œAre these people nuts?” I whispered.
    â€œI’m not sure,” he whispered back.
    â€œWho cares which is the most important meal of the day?”
    â€œMoon, they apparently care a lot.”
    â€œWhy am I wasting my time with these bozos?”
    â€œThey contributed five million dollars to your campaign, Moon.”
    â€œSo what?”
    â€œIt could be argued that you wouldn’t have been elected president without their help.”
    I went back to the smiling CMLMIMD people. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Please continue.”
    â€œIt is our belief,” the lady said, “that lunch has been a second-class citizen for too long. Lots of people skip breakfast or just wolf down a Pop-Tart. We feel the time is long overdue to right this wrong and give lunch the credit it deserves.”
    â€œWe’d like to discuss it with you tomorrow,” the first guy said. “Perhaps over lunch?”
    â€œThat’s it!” I shouted. “Get out of here!”
    â€œWhat?” the three of them said, shocked.
    â€œMr. President!” Lane yelled, trying to stop me from saying anything else. Secret Service Agent Doe peeked in the door to see what was going on.
    â€œGet these people out of here!” I hollered. “You and your organization are a bunch of losers who have too much time on your hands!”
    â€œSo this is how you treat your contributors,” the lady said angrily, pointing her finger at me. “Well, we got you elected, Moon, and we can ruin you, too!”
    â€œGet a life, lady!” I shouted as Agent Doe grabbed her.
    â€œHey, we never got our picture taken with the president!” one of the men complained as the guards dragged him away.
    â€œBeat it!” I screamed.
    â€œMoon! You can’t kick your supporters out of the Oval Office!” Lane complained after the whole fuss was over.
    â€œThey’re morons,” I said. “Where did idiots like that get five million dollars anyway?”
    â€œBy skipping a lot of breakfasts and dinners, I guess,” Lane said. “But Moon, you’ve got to understand how politics works. When somebody does a politician a favor, they expect a favor in return. Would it really hurt anybody if you named lunch the most important meal of the day?”
    â€œI guess not,” I said wearily.
    At the end of the day, I could barely keep my eyes open. I hadn’t set foot outside all day. I hadn’t seen my parents. I thought about taking a swim in the White House pool or playing some video games in the game room. But I was so tired, I just collapsed on my bed and was asleep in minutes.
    When I woke up the next morning, I opened the Washington Post to see this big headline:
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    MOON THROWS TANTRUM!
    VISITORS CLAIM PREZ WENT
    BERSERK IN OVAL OFFICE!
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    And this smaller one:
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    Lunch Named
    Most Important
    Meal of the Day

Having a Secret Service agent watch your every move is creepy.
    Everywhere I turned, Agent Doe was there. When I woke up in the morning, he was outside my bedroom door, waiting for me. When I went to sleep at night, he was there. He never seemed to sleep or eat. He was always hanging around, twenty feet away from me, watching me but pretending not to.
    The weird thing is, after a while, I got used to it. I stopped noticing him lurking in the shadows. He became like a piece of furniture. A piece of furniture that carried a gun and just happened to move wherever I moved, like one magnet being pulled along by another magnet.
    Chief of Staff Lane Brainard told me to take up jogging, but the president can’t just go outside alone. Agent Doe had to go with me. I thought he was going to complain, but he didn’t. At more than 300 pounds, he knew he could use the exercise.
    We jogged early in the morning, before the streets were filled with people. Leaving from the White House, we could usually make