JD Vance looks tired, but he’s feeling upbeat. I’m sitting with the vice president in his office aboard Air Force Two, somewhere over Western Europe, heading home after marathon peace talks with the Iranians in Switzerland. He’s exchanged his suit and tie for a sweater and jeans. His wife, Usha, lies on the nearby bed, heavily pregnant, now reading, now tuning into the conversation, now dozing off.
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