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But he was pointing, this man, Up to a building, to the second Floor of a building, there, across The street.

And I don’t remember, remember If I said it out loud, how I wanted to, Wanted to tell them, my parents, Tell them I am still alive.

He picked me up, his hands and fingers Under my armpits, heaved me up into A standing position, asking me, what, And what is your name, telling me, Telling me how I was fine, how I was Still fine.

So I ran faster.

The North Tower Was falling too.

I knew that the North Tower was falling.

I already knew.