Take me to the Moon…Trump, Branson, Wifey, and Me!

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While I write this, a steaming cup of coffee appears on my desk, and wifey coos into my ear, Take me to the moon… “Right after my current project is done.” I said. “Why don’t you research the hotels in the area and make the

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