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Then Lee turned on the bedroom TV, and we froze in place, staring at the most unimaginable sight we’d ever seen. It had to be special effects from some horror film, except it wasn’t. It was a couple of minutes past 9:00 a.m. on September 11, 2001. A gigantic plume of black smoke was rising from one tower of the World Trade Center in Lower Manhattan, and we watched in disbelief as a plane crashed into the second tower, while a distraught newscaster tried to describe the incomprehensible nightmare that was going on across the river from us. Except for an occasional “Oh my God” and “What the hell are we looking at?!” we were speechless.
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