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A CEO was murdered. The police launched a manhunt and caught the assassin. A mom was denied medicine for her child. The child died. So it goes.

A girl opened fire in a school. She killed two, wounded six. Ms. Barbara's kindergarteners go to school in the morning. So it goes.

A bomb was dropped on tents. A family went in five directions. We go to the movies tonight. Perhaps we'll get popcorn. So it goes.

A police cruiser speeds down the highway. The mother is dying. "Look at the pretty lights," the boy says. He sees a Christmas tree. So it goes.

A man cries in the driver's seat. He was abused. "I need you," she says. He kisses her. This cycles. So it goes.

"$X,000," says the politician. Those dinners could feed families. "At least he's liberal," says the starving mother. So it goes.

The car was burning metal. "It's to remind me of home," he says. Bethlehem was bombed. So it goes.

He played there. 19 dead. His brothers make jokes now. He still pains when he remembers. So it goes.

He was 17. So it goes.

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