Sunday, September 03, 2006


In the office that morning, nobody got much done. Nobody knew what to do. I made my phone calls and then wandered into a friend's office. He looked up at me and calmly said that his cousin worked on the 87th floor of one of the towers. I just lingered in the doorway, not knowing what to say. "Maybe.." But he cut me off. "Nope," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm sure he's dead. There's no way he got out."


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