It is a strange sensation to get up the morning after yet another mass murder at a school and continue on with my mundane, everyday routine. I’ll probably do some laundry today, make coffee, go to Shaw’s. Gnawing at me all the while is the present tense that multiple children and adults on multiple occasions have been slaughtered while simply taking care of their own everyday routine.
I should be shouting in the streets, something like “the sky is falling, People!”
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