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I was in the same car on the N train in Brooklyn where a man set off smoke bombs and opened fire. It feels so incredibly unbelievable that no one died in that shooting.

I keep finding myself planning for what I’ll do the next time it happens. I’m staring at other passengers, trying to figure out if they’re scary or not. Every time there’s a loud noise, I freak out. It happens outside of the subway, too — in any big crowd or any place where you have to check for exits or hiding places.

I hate that I feel like this. I really, really hate that I assume it’s going to happen again, but I do. Change should be so much easier and so much more obvious than this.

Reacting shows support for gun violence survivors.