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I had arrived early to a Final Cut Pro class given to working professionals at an Apple computer shop. Since I was early I ran across the street to the little gas station for some cigs and a coke. The guy at the counter was watching one of those shitty little black and white 6 inch tvs and we saw the first tower smoking. In black and white it looked like cinema or something - unreal. Returning to class well of course everyone just stood around watching the monitors dumbfounded. When they talked of commercial planes being hijacked and we're not sure of the flight numbers or routes, my mind immediately raced to the well being of my girlfriend who had a flight out of NYC to Helsinki THAT MORNING. I felt pretty bad becuase I had just broken up with her and felt like great now she'll be in one of those planes too-like I have caused enough pain-you know. I find out later that night she was doing last minute packing when she heard explosions come from outside the window and was ok.
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