Sean Beaudoin

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An Essay

At first I wasn't sure if I wanted to, or would be able to, write a piece about Newtown. About growing up there, and what the last week may have meant to all of us. But here it is. If you're inclined to share, I hope most Newtown folks get the chance to read it, as it's very much from the heart.

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“I ran down the hall. And stopped in front of the counselor’s office. There was nothing there. Not even a door, just bricks. I could swear there used to be a door.”

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