Late last year my partner and I were travelling overseas for work. One night, with an early train booked for the next morning, we were out, and feeling lazy. We decided to take an Uber back to the apartment we were renting. I pulled out my phone, which told me I had received a message from a friend: “You kids still in Paris? Mass shootings happening in the 10th. Stay safe.” We were in Paris, and we were about to head back to just near the 10th arrondissement, where we were staying.
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