Granny's gone and done it again

My twin brother and I had walked home from Catholic school for lunch. When we went back, the playground was deserted. Eerie. Like aliens had abducted everybody. Turned out everyone was in the church, praying and weeping. Our President had been shot. The rest of the day, the week, is a blur, except I remember watching the funeral on tv and crying when John-John saluted. It was so sad.
 

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