[ WP ] There exists a small town where all alternative realities have merged into one , allowing you to interact with people from differing realities . You have just found it .

My name is Donald. Perhaps it is an old-fashioned name, but I like it. And no, I ’ m not named after that duck from Disney that doesn ’ t wear pants. 
 
 When I was young, my father was quite wealthy. He was a real estate investor in New York, who seemed to have a knack for buying the right land at the right time, then selling it off a few months later for massive profits. I was, essentially, born with a silver spoon in my mouth. For the first few years of my life, I was, honestly, a massive jerk. It seemed that because I was rich, I should be able to boss around the “ scum ” that lived around me. 
 
 This quickly ended however, when my father caught wind of what I was doing. He sat me down and told me that if I didn ’ t cut this behavior out, then I would be sent off to a military academy. Being as unathletic as I was, I got my act together. Instead of spending my time harassing the neighborhood kids, I spent it working with the poor, and building homeless shelters. If I had to say that anything in my life changed me, it would be this period of my life. I realized that one of the best feelings in life is helping people who you know will never be able to help you back. 
 
 My brothers grew up, unfortunately, quite differently. They became the exact opposite of me, blowing their money on frivolous things, and using it to be able to essentially “ rule ” their own portions of New York. My father tried to get them into the real estate business, but they soon proved unruly, and without a work ethic they quickly ended up as druggies on the streets, having lost much of my father ’ s fortune. 
 
 I, meanwhile rented a small apartment in southern Manhattan, and set out living a quiet life, with my wife and four kids. One day, in late 2014, however, we decided to head out on a road trip. At first everything was going great, but our car broke down in the middle of nowhere. As my wife stayed with the kids, I trekked a few miles down the road, and arrived at a small town. There was a strange vibe to it. I walked into the first building I saw and asked to use a phone, since mine didn ’ t have a signal. A waitress, directed me towards the back, where I met a man in a suit. 
 
 I could have sworn he was a mirror image of me. When he talked, he sounded exactly the same as me. 
 
 He lent me his phone, and upon ordering tow truck, I handed it back to him. He asked me, “ So what do you with your life? I have no idea what I want to do, I ’ ve brought up half of New York and had three wives, but I ’ m still not happy. ” 
 I thought for a moment, before replying, “ I ’ m doing my best to make this country great, perhaps great again. Maybe you could get into politics. After all, the best way to make a change would be to bring the establishment crashing down, would it not? ” 
 
 The man ’ s eyes lit up. He smiled. “ Yes, I will make America Great Again. ” 
 
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