Excuse

Fiorella is tryng to get back to"normal," whatever that is, but she can't seem to find the dock.
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It's 3:15 in the afternoon now, and Fio has finally realized why the Florida massacre hit her so hard--because it brought out all those carefully buried memories of her nephew's death in the University of Texas tower massacre. Of the noise, the confusion,the carnival-like atmosphere, the family going haywire, the world turning upside down. Things like that are supposed to happen on TV, not in your town, not at your college, and certainly not to your relatives, especially not to kids with their whole lives ahead of them.

GUN CONTROL! THE VOICES OF THE DEAD CRY OUT FOR IT!