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Thick smoke filled the sky as a loud bang cur though the city. Firefighters ran in front of one of the towers with their hose. Sirens blared and screams are all through New York, people are pushing out out of the building screaming crying and afraid for their life. Firefighters are running into the tower knowing that they may never come out alive. CRASH, BANG! A second plane hit the other tower, it goes up in flames as it slowly crumbles to pieces. All of a sudden...bodys, falling from the sky, they burst with blood as they hit the hard pavement. Some are still on the tower...104 story's up. The town was painted red with the blood of the 9/11 jumpers.






[last week was when 9/11 happened and I though I would just write abt it and the 9/11 jumpers 🙏🏻]

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  1. Ms. Haury's Blog LogSeptember 24, 2017 at 3:59 PM

    Thank you for writing this post. You used very descriptive words to make this story come alive.

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