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Donald Trump admits ‘I don’t feel great’ after speculation over his health

July 18, 2026 by hani

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Donald Trump admits ‘I don’t feel great’ after speculation over his health

Donald Trump has admitted he doesn’t feel great after the death of his friend and US senator Lindsey Graham, who died after a “brief and sudden illness” on July 11th

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