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She really should be doing her homework. She has Geography and English, and the Geography is already late by some days. Old Mr Hemmings was on her back for it today and she promised he'd have it tomorrow, but somehow she just can't get started. She stands up and reaches for her school bag, swinging it over her shoulder as if she's about to leave the room, but still she stays, standing just inside the doorway, shifting from foot to foot and watching with ever widening eyes, as two small planes slam into two tall towers, over and over again.

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