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Submission text: I had gotten up that day early, thinking that I'd want to go down to Copley Square to watch the end of the marathon in person. But I felt kind of tired still and couldn't muster the energy to go out, so I contented myself to watching it on TV later and went back to bed. I had dozed off for a few minutes when I heard on the news something about a bombing. Normally these days when you hear something like that you automatically think of places like Afghanistan, or Iraq, or Beirut, or even Israel. So I didn't pay much attention to it and went back to sleep. A little while later I'd gotten up to go to the bathroom, as I passed by the living room, I saw on the news the truth. This time it happened here.
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Notes (historical):
Contributor Age: 50; Contributor Race: African American; Contributor Gender: M; Current Location: 02446
