For a couple of minutes those people’s lives were my problem and then they weren’t

Slashing language and laissez-faire approach to facts

I was wrenched out of sleep like a fish on a hook just now and I clambered out of bed and I slipped on the shoes I keep by the door and I went outside to the porch and I sat there shivering in the cold watching the long tail of a plane graffiti the sky white and it looked like it was heading straight downward at a ninety degree angle and I thought holy …

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