Disclaimer: I
don't own Dave Malucci (Although I wish I did). I however, own Catalina Malucci.
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In memory of
A.V.P., a man who's
life was for his children; J. A-E. B., who was just a few days shy of her
thirteenth birthday; D.R., who taught me that every person is somebody's child.
May we always
remember September 11th, 2001.
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…10:28 am…
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Dave held
tightened his grip on his little sister's shoulders as he watched the north
tower fall.
Dust,
papers, and office supplies spewed everywhere.
People were running for their lives, trying to get out of the path of
the suffocating powdered concrete.
The
siblings, safe on the very top floor of NYU Downtown, could do nothing more but
watch as the New York City skyline, a puzzle of buildings, lost two of the most
important pieces. With sounds that
neither had ever heard in their lifetimes, the 110-story towers returned to the
Earth, and then everything was silent for a second.
"I can't
believe this." Catalina whispered, "This is…like some bad movie." Tears slid
down her cheeks and dripped to the floor.
And for
once, Dave was speechless.
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*v* Cassie Jamie *v*
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