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We imagine Casey kneeling on a floral settee, staring forlornly out the window, tracing the raindrops with his tips of his liberal fingers. "Oh, if only I could be playing beach volleyball right now!" he thinks, turning up the Coldplay on his iPod. Pictures of Barack and Hillary float through his mind as he leans his forehead against the cool pane of glass. There’s Hillary, promising to help the working class. There’s Barack, with his inspiring speech on race. Casey goes outside to clear his head and walks aimlessly around his beach condo. He forgot his umbrella! But, no matter: He has more important things on his mind. He’ll get wet, Goddamn it! "This race is too important to miss out on," he thinks, hands buried deep in his pockets, Coldplay swelling. Suddenly he stops, looking up into the downpour. "It’s Barack! It’s been Barack all along!" And then Casey returned to his home state; without a tan, but with a new sense of purpose. —Emma Rosenblum
The Casey Endorsement [Caucus/NYT]
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