As I sat there, vigilant to the runners at the marathon in Boston, through the window of my apartment, I stood in aw.Right when the runners were but 100 feet away from the finish line, a blight of flames apportioned with smoke in the air, following a clamorous noise through the Boston city.I looked down at the screaming, horrified people running through the streets of Boston and felt a downcast come upon myself.After about ten seconds a second explosion occurred with the same flames and smoke.The people running or lieing down from the blast hurt,scared,range from the ages one to100.As I sit on the chair next to my window I looked up into the sky, I saw the smoke progressing swiftly in the sky.You can just hear and see the pain of these people as the policemen,guards,and soldiers helped and aided these people in the ambulances.So I sat there wondering why,how someone could do this.
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