U.S.-Iran peace talk collapse as Navy clears Hormuz Mines

Negotiations between the U.S. and Iran in Pakistan are over.The two sides were unable to reach an agreement Iran continues to view some of the U.S. demands as unreasonable.A second round of negotiations will take place tomorrow, during which both sides will attempt to resolve their differences.




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