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I was there, in the area. I saw the second plane fly into the building out my office window.
It still upsets me to think about it, to think about what I saw and the friends of mine that died that day.
Seven years later I no longer worry about what a plane flying over my head will do, but for the first couple of years I was.
I'm very happy that I can barely remember what Ground Zero smelled like.
I know why it bothers me, I can't speak for others.
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