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nwhikerI will never forget that day. It remains seared in my mind as one of the worst days of "external" trauma in my life.
When I went to pick Linnea up from school, there were so many parents there, parents who'd decided to come get their kids rather than have them take the bus home. To get them in their arms and hold them close earlier. I certainly hugged mine that evening.
Poor sweet little babies.
Poor brave educators.
The image that remains seared in my mind is watching as the police led the other children out of the school. They had them form a line, with hands on shoulders, and told them to close their eyes. And that always makes me weep.
About that fucking 2nd Amendment...
When I went to pick Linnea up from school, there were so many parents there, parents who'd decided to come get their kids rather than have them take the bus home. To get them in their arms and hold them close earlier. I certainly hugged mine that evening.
Poor sweet little babies.
Poor brave educators.
The image that remains seared in my mind is watching as the police led the other children out of the school. They had them form a line, with hands on shoulders, and told them to close their eyes. And that always makes me weep.
About that fucking 2nd Amendment...
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