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She didn’t hold back. AOC’s voice cut through the chamber like a blade, calling him a “clueless rich kid pretending to be a senator.” Laughter flickered, then died. The room shifted, waiting for him to crumble. Instead, Barron stood. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous. His answer hit harder than any insult, and when he finished, AOC wasn’t smil… Continues…
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