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Month: September 2018

September 11, 2001

September 11th 2001 It was a typical Tuesday morning for me. As we did most every day in Homicide, we met in the Lieutenants office and drank coffee while we discussed our current cases. The Lieutenant or sometimes one of our secretaries would make a pot of Cuban Coffee and pass it around to everyone one the second floor. The television was on and as usual we would discuss Robin Meade’s wardrobe—and our own. It was a common thing to critique each other’s ties or how our socks didn’t match our shirts. But mostly we talked about our case files,…

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