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Then came the moment. Ivanka leaned slightly toward her younger brother, appearing to ask, “What are you doing on…?” The question itself seemed casual, perhaps logistical, perhaps sibling curiosity in the middle of a long evening. Barron’s reported response—“I’m not sure, I couldn’t be a***d”—landed with a different tone entirely. It wasn’t rehearsed. It wasn’t political. It sounded less like strategy and more like the weary honesty of a teenager caught in a setting far larger than himself. The phrase, vague and half-censored, carried the unmistakable flavor of exasperation—an admission of uncertainty in a room built on certainty.
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