He’s forcing our hands,” I said. “Which means that instead of tiptoeing around the GP and worrying what this House or that might think of us, we’re forced to get out there and do something about it. We get to spend some of that political capital you’re always harping about.”
Ethan arched an eyebrow imperiously.
“Talking about. Talking about in well-reasoned and measured tones.”
This time, he rolled his eyes.
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