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February 27, 2009
She looks out the conference room window, which has a panoramic view of downtown San Francisco. But thats not what she sees. Pressing her hands together, her long, lacquered nails click. I worked next to the Twin Towers, she says slowly. I was waiting for my boss outside when the first plane hit. She pauses, then continues softly, I saw the bodies fall. I saw them hit the sidewalk where I stood. My apartment faced south and I could see the smoke for days. She looks straight at me, back in the present, saying, Thats when I left New York.