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Neda Semnani

Prince, Washington, D.C.
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Journalist | TV Writer | Producer | Author | She/Her | not on Twitter, Nedats.bsky.social
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Taking the grand tour of Washington

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By Jason Dick Verified, Christina Bellantoni, Neda Semnani
| Roll Call Verified
Former Roll Callers Christina Bellantoni and Neda Semnani have been leading their students on a tour of Washington during a time when Congress has been debating significant changes to tax and entitlement laws, such as at the House Rules Committee, shown here last week. (Bill Clark/CQ Roll Call)
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Memories of Charles Street

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By John Yau, Neda Semnani, M.H. Miller, Marie-Helene Bertino
| The Baffler Verified
My father loved to leave me no one kidnapped or molested me Michael Ansara, Jeff Chandler, and Ruth Roman living and dying in a gray world all glamor gone in their second run My father hated me and told me so The growth had become a ball When I brought him medicine “You’re too stupid to give me those I will wait for your brother to come home”
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Palace-Fortress | Ken Kalfus

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By Ken Kalfus, Neda Semnani
| The Baffler Verified
No one saw me leave the private dining room. The absence of witnesses was peculiar. The towering mahogany door, polished to a reflective gloss, was meant to be watched and guarded every hour of the day and night, regardless of whether the dining room was occupied. I gently shut the door behind me, not looking at my reflection. This was the moment I could expect to be arrested. The velvet-draped hall was empty and unnaturally, deliberately quiet. My boots sank into the heavy carpet.
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