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Wednesday, October 3rd, 2001I have watched all of this aftermath unfold in insular Fargo, North Dakota, and one question burns me — why doesn't anyone seem afraid? It is as if six thousand people were exterminated in a movie. Life continues without pause here, without so much as a whimper.
I do notice small things, though, slight changes, odd parallels and dynamics. More people holding hands than I remember, the bars a little more full. I imagine the maternity wards will be at capacity a few months from now.
