The time was right. The era was correct. It was the moment his people need him. His ideas, his continuations on studies the people needed. Now he decided to no long pull punches. It was no longer time to slow down and revel in sorrow. No, it wasn’t. Stepping out from behind his desk, he gathered papers he had written. Speech’s, ideas, reforms for his campaign. All things he had done and things he wanted to do. Preparing for many years, many nights, hours. It was finally time.
The time was right.

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