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The Godfather...

"Hello, Mr. President, this is M. P.  What can I do for you?" He greeted the President of the country respectfully. Meanwhile, he was motioning to his wife to be quiet. He already knew why he was calling him, and he doesn't want to upset the older man.

"Good morning! M.P, how are you? I'm curious about something, and I thought I would ask the source directly. By any chance, have you heard of the wedding of the century that's going to happen soon?" He asked nonchalantly, trying to portray a calm demeanor while speaking by making sure there's a smile in his voice.

"Yes, Mr. President. My wife and I were discussing what I should wear for the wedding, Barong or suit? I decided to bring both. How about you, Mr. President, what are you planning to wear?" He automatically assumed that Mr. President received an invite.-- 

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