1. My September 11th
... already twenty minutes late. As I walked into the quiet studio, I had no idea of the horror that had begun to unfold. The sun was reflecting off of the white washed walls, casting shadows of the window panes onto the white floor. A man whom I had never seen before came walking towards me, looking me dead in the eyes. His shirt was a faded olive color, his neatly trimmed hair was jet black, ... and his style screamed wardrobe guy. The look on his face ... down to my sanctuary by the water, where others like me who live for that spot had already gathered. At the time we couldn't notice th...
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