My day started as innocently as every other day. I woke up at 6:00 AM and got into the shower. I got dressed and poured myself a huge cup of coffee. I ran out to the car because I was already late. Before I got to work my day had already taken a turn for the worst and on top of that there was a car crash and traffic was backed up for a half a mile and it was 5 miles to work. By time I got to work I was a half hour late and in a horrible mood. Then my boss came, beet red, and started yelling at me. After about 10 seconds of his yelling I zoned out until he stopped. Then I strolled into my office I saw 3 piles about 2ft high of work I had to do. That sight was the last straw. My next thought was that I wanted to burn the mother down. I realized I didn't have a lighter and while I was looking for one my boss came in and started yelling at me because I hadn't started working yet. So I interrupted him in mid sentence and told him that I had forgotten my briefcase in my car and that's why I hadn't started to work and I wanted to know if I could go and get it. So he started yelling at me more, but he finally ended up saying yes. So I took the elevator down to the bottom floor and walked right past my car, and over to the convenience store across the street to get a lighter. While I was walking to the store I noticed a very low flying plane, but I didn't think anything of it. So after I got the lighter I was walking out and I heard "BOOM!" A huge 747 collided with one of the towers. My first instinct was to just watch it, then I realized that I should get to a phone as fast as I can and call 911. While I was on the phone a second plane collided into the second tower and my jaw just dropped. Within minutes hundreds of policemen and fire fighters were at the scene trying to save as many lives as possible from the flaming towers. It was like downtown New York City had j
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