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Sirens blare in my head. Realizing this is not a drill, I jump out of bed and dash to the closest bomb shelter. Within seconds, the room fills with American, Canadian and Israeli students, all here in fear for their lives. Boom one, that was close... boom two, that was closer... wait for it... boom three. I hope no one was hurt. This is when the phones began to ring. Listening to hysterical Jewish mothers, and even frantic fathers, it’s now the child’s role to calm the parents. ...
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