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The Day The Magic Died – A Personal Essay - InkWell Spills: Writing Resource Center
I remember watching cars turning ahead of us. Signal lights blinking out of sync. We were driving down a main road, so a line of turning cars was unusual. Then I saw the police cars, roadblocks, ambulance lights splashing red and gold onto the houses around us. As we approached the roadblock, I got a