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Item Text: I was in Towne with my girlfriend, looking out at Boylston street, through the front windows. We heard the boom and looked at each other. She looked out at the street and saw people's faces of horror, I just stood there until I noticed the smoke. She grabbed her stuff, and then me and pulled me through the back of the restaurant. We exited the back and panicked. She knew it was a bomb, but all we could think was they were going to continue up Boylston. We sprinted into the Prudential to cut through, but quickly got ushered out by security guards, screaming at us to get out of the building. We stood at the top of the Boylston Plaza feeling trapped. Around us people were praying, screaming, and holding children. There were empty baby carriages, broken furniture, and people's belongings scattered everywhere. We quickly made an executive decision to just book it up Boylston towards Mass Ave. We ran all the way to my car on the corner of Columbus and Mass Ave. We drove out of the city, and just kept driving, listening to the news on the radio. We drove all the way to Westwood.
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This story was collected by the Boston Globe in the days immediately following the Boston Marathon Bombing. GlobeLab collected these anonymous stories on the Boston.com website and donated them to the Our Marathon Archive. We are grateful for this contribution, which gives insight into how Bostonians and visitors to the city understood the bombing events in their immediate aftermath.
