Yesterday afternoon Victim Services showed up at work, asked for one of my colleagues, and took her with them out of the building.  This almost certainly means someone in her immediate family has been killed and her life has changed forever.  Just minutes before that we were trying to figure out how to print student timetables so she could read them more easily, and laughing our heads off as they came out of the printer all wonky and wrong.  We were laughing while someone she loves was probably already dead or dying.  This part of real life never makes sense.

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