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Sadly remembering that 47 years ago I was in eighth grade English class when a student crazed by the shock of it all ran through the halls screaming at the top of his lungs, "The President is dead! The President is dead!" Just minutes before he had secured a hall pass to use the bathroom and was in there listening to his transistor radio - a contraband item in our school. I remember going home and knitting while I watched the TV.
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