I was in the 5th grade, I lived 20 minutes north of NYC. I remember slowly all of the kids were being called out of class to go home. Even my teacher left class early that day and someone else was brought in. No one spoke of what happened but you could tell by the looks on all of the adult's faces there was something horrible going on. I live in DC today, the people on the streets today, have the same faces on. I will never forget, not ever.
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