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A span of eighteen minutes. An American Airlines Boeing 767, Very low. A span of eighteen minutes. Heavy black smoke billowed into The sky. A span of eighteen minutes.
'I love you...' I whisper,across the expansethe gaping darkness,the thrilling chance? My heart it slows,as you turn and leave me,I stand in the snow,alone, wondering bleakly.
He stuck his head out And like a chain reaction the trigger was pulled by a very weak limb. The face that slaughtered the innocent shall not live, there was no doubt. We knew the rugged appearance belonged to Him.
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