The ballroom at the Washington Hilton was filled with sounds typical of the occasion. The clinking of crystal glasses. The clattering and scraping of knives and forks on porcelain plates. Journalists nattering away over white-clothed tables, trading gossip and trying their best to use the event to grab fleeting moments with politicians and, if lucky eno…
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