BOSTON – Carlos Arredondo ran across Boylston Street, jumped the security fence, and landed on a sidewalk smeared in blood. In front of him, two women lay motionless. Another woman walked around in black-powder smoke, looking down at the fallen bodies.
“Oh, my God,” he said she repeated, dazed. “Oh, my God.”
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