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What happens when a prominent figure is gunned down in a mass shooting?
The entire floor became bathed in light. Out and out song lifted from the rafters. The crowd chanted her number. She had been slain by bullets from a mass shooter.
Six other people also met their deaths based on rounds from an assailant. Then they chanted her name. The noise rang out like church bells. The tears flowed while people continued to wail.
More light showed center court on the enlarged photograph of the fallen basketball star. They raised up her name for ten straight minutes with the passion and freedom of the nation.
In all of this, they remembered.
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