********Her mother had urgently summoned her to Washington a year ago, a call that whisked Freja away from work into an unforeseen mess.Upon her arrival, she found herself in a tense gathering that included Clinton’s family and her own. She stared at Clinton. He was dressed in his usual beautiful black tuxedo, but had a deep look of weariness etched on his features. It pulled at her heart. Despite the tension, she felt a flicker of compassion for him as she sat beside her mother.“I do not understand why everyone is here,” Clinton said, his voice lacking emotion, his fatigue evident.“Clinton, you're destroying yourself. You need assistance, you need help.” His mother, Ruth, pleaded, worry evident in her tone.“I can manage everything, Mum. Things have just been really tough lately,” Clinton asserted, a blend of defiance and desperation in his gaze.“Take some time off work, son. Spend time with your son and yourself,” his father, Dave, proposed, but Clinton quickly dismissed the id
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