10:52 a.m.
I sat motionless at the table. An empty bowl of cereal and tortured apple core lay mockingly in front of me.
My friend Lily and I debated skipping class. We had spent almost an hour with our eyes on a story that made us feel both hopeless and numb.
"I can't move," I told Lily.
"I think we should skip class," she replied.
We sat staring, trying to wrap our brains around the reality of the situation. We talked about the day to come when our kids ask us about the Boston Bombings and we will be transported back to this moment.
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