THE DEBATE OF HEARTS

7 AM was a complete

or nervous energy. Just the hollow echo of footsteps

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immed, like he'd been up all night. But his

ssy in the

all the t

toward the podium like a butler of

The wood was cool under her palms. She'd imagined this moment for

ty," she said. "I'll take first con

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ghtened. "So wha

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ally impossible. The cost would exceed t

ative savings from eliminating means-tested welf

eoretical, not proven

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you amb

give you a countdown. They won't ask if you're ready. They'll

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o the table and picked up a stopwatch. "Again. Topic: stude

the economy by freeing up disposabl

is regressive-it benefits high-earning professionals

pped at sixty t

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one hand braced on the table, her face inches from

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was mid-sentence, laying out the framework for t

stop,"

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her shoulders d

wrist. "Stop gripping the podium like

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look open." He stepped back. "Try the

her hands loose. The words came easier. She wasn

ished, Dariu

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smooth, almost. His voice was a warm baritone,

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pped.

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the thing you did in the exhibition. The

htened. "It's ca

your grandfather-in the hallway after the debate-that was real. You weren't performing

or a long moment, n

But pretend it's just me in the roo

podium, but this time he didn't stand

cleaned these floors so his grandson could one day walk on them. About

tened. Her

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es were bright-not with vict

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said. "Bac

age. Her heart was pounding for reaso

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erent sources, and somehow agreed on a case framework. Whitney's throat wa

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ed notes and empty coffee cups. She pulled out her phon

instantly: He

do anythi

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