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Agreed, it being an atypical situation you were in that day. While as for I, none of us kids were told what occurred; but simply huddled in the basement as parents started pouring in to pick their children up. After getting home I remember going into our yard and looking skyward at smokey clouds, before being forced inside. Then visualizing the evil man who committed this atrocity as some sort of obese redneck, kicking back in a dank Louisiana swamp with his confederate battle flag baseball cap on. Discovered later my parents concerns that the President might have been assassinated additionally, while some weeks later schools in California donated us backpacks and school supplies, as if our entire city had been demolished down to Darfur level living conditions.
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