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AOC folded her arms, smirking, daring him. “Go on,” she added sharply, “show the country what you’ve got.”
“Congresswoman,” he said, his voice low enough to make the room lean in,
“the only thing I’m pretending is that your insult still matters to anyone here.”
He leaned closer to the mic. “If experience means trading attitude for achievement, then maybe I’m starting off better than you did.”
The room erupted—not with chaos, but with stunned murmurs and disbelief. Senators whispered urgently.
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