The Tower Collapsed, Our Resolve Hasn’t
When they finally did, I told them: “Grab the two briefcases, the laptop and a small bag inside the first drawer in my desk. Stay on the line until you leave the building.” By the time I reached the tower, the staff were standing outside at a safe distance. But my brother wasn’t with them. He was still in the basement, retrieving my car. I rushed to the parking, took the keys from him and asked him to leave. He refused. The car would not start. I tried several times, but eventually gave up.
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