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My congressman interrupted me at a press conference right as I thought I had a chance to talk to a hot intern from the Department of Commerce who I hadn't gotten a chance to talk to before that (we were looking at each other across the room and smiling, and there was clearly some sort of attraction.) Then her boss and my boss came over and asked us to sit down for lunch, and I don't have business cards and didn't have a pen or paper. To simplify the story, I was cockblocked by my congressman. For once I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be one-upped in a discussion.
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