What’s below is a result of how I was feeling on June 17, 2008 before Mr. Obama had won the peace prize and the presidency, and before the oil and credit crunch; after Iraq and twin towers were attacked, before “Get Hard” and the strange vilification of Donald Trump replete with swear words, seething anger without bounds. 243 more words
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“Turn on the TV,” said Francine as she called me at 6am.
“Just do it.” I turned it on. To see planes flying into the Twin Towers. 752 more words