I’ve been in the room with Buddy Carter plenty of times, but never quite this close. Sitting at a conference table two feet away from the District 1 U.S. Representative—whose given name is Earl LeRoy, by the way; no wonder he goes by such an elevated sobriquet—I could clearly see the middle part in his hair and the glint of his lapel pin, and I thought maybe, just maybe, I could smell the fear. But maybe it was just his drugstore cologne.
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