Housesitting for friends all by myself.
Getting out of the shower and coming to the bedroom to dress.
Hearing the radio but no music.
Talking about a plane hitting a tower. Then a second one.
Running to the living room, still in a towel, to turn on the TV.
Crying on the couch because I couldn't understand why this was happening.
It's been 9 years, but it still feels like yesterday.
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