I was the ripe old age of 33 when I lost my fiancé Sergio on 9/11, and I had the unfortunate "good" luck of having an instant community of peers who were struggling alongside me.
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On the morning of 9/11, I was painting my nails to highlight the engagement ring my fiancé Sergio, an FDNY firefighter, had given me on the anniversary of our first kiss. Soon after, all the meaning to my life disappeared.
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