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Vance hopeful 'high-level' TikTok deal will be completed by early April
Vance hopeful 'high-level' TikTok deal will be completed by early April
Vance hopeful 'high-level' TikTok deal will be completed by early April

Published on: 03/15/2025

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Trump said the administration was in talks with “four different groups” about TikTok and that a deal could come soon.

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