It was very early, just past dawn, and Rock wasn't sure of anything, but he thought this matter somehow pertained to the previous night's long health-care debate.
By the time he reached his den, Rock couldn't find any of the small flags. There were two handkerchiefs on his desk he had used to wipe sweat from his face and hands as he walked or golfed during the week, but they were plain white. He explained to someone that he was patriotic enough to not care who or who did not see him with a flag. The whole idea seemed silly to him.
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