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Today is November 7th. Tomorrow, the country will elect a new president. The air is thick with the chatter of a bumptious citizenry wielding its vote. The tragedy that happened six days ago in my office is a matter that needs wrapping up, for the FBI. A distraction for the nation. A searing gash in my soul.
But I have to push all pain into the airless, soundless space I have made in my chest. Too many other sounds are pounding into me, thanks to some information the federal agents just brought me that turned the world around me shrill.