terrorist attack

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Skipping ahead he avoids cracks as not to break my mother's back - head bent low upon his task, his concern dear.   My hand yearns for the warmth of his, to have him safely by my side -
Guns may fire Bombs may drop But we stand with you Côté à côté.   Blood has been spilled Your people have been killed
Imagine yourself. Being trapped in the, Twin Towers. Knowing you're going to die. And you have one decision to make, either to suffocate, from the smoke, or jump to a fast,
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