walking outside today, staring up at the cloudless blue sky.
three jets streak overhead, v formation, making noises like darth vader's starships, a kind of a 'screeee-ing'.
looking towards my car, remembering my mother telling me, everyone remembers where they were when kennedy was shot.
two girls running by, my mom works on the forty-seventh floor. did it say the forty-seventh? are you fucking sure?? crying.
opening the car door, back to thinking about what my mother said. more than that. understanding it for the first time.
10:32 AM, September 11th, 2001
5:33 p.m. - 2001-09-11
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