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AMERICA'S DARKEST DAY

Yvette was the first one to text me that a plane crashed in to the World Trade Center.
I shurgged it off.
Through it was a some small prop plane that made the wrong turn.
The texts came in that a second plane crash and that another one crash into the Pentagon.

The whole team scrambled out of the office to go to the nearest place with CNN.
We couldn't log-on to the web site.
We still can't log-on to CNN.com.

We ended up in McCann where the rest of the creatives who were doing O.T. were gathered around the TV set.
We watched in awe and disbelief as the second tower of the World Trade Center collapsed into itself.
After watch for a couple of more minutes, hunger set in, we hadn't had dinner, so we went to Chili's and got the table with the best view of the TV sets.

Been trying to text/call Quark. No word.
I just emailed my relatives/classmates in the States, just to check if they're ok.
Roach's sister is okay. She sister started to walk home after the first plan crashed. Walked all the way home to Brooklyn. She found pieces of paper, office documents, blown from the World Trade Center on her front porch.

I'm going home now.

Will probably be stuck in front of the TV till I fall asleep.

Hopefully, things will be better in the morning.



God bless those who died in that terrible attack.

God bless those who survived.

God bless us all and what will happened afterwards.

We pray for peace.

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