SI Rosenbaum: Lisa Verrico was passing Mile 21 when her cell phone pinged in its arm holster. Then it pinged again. And again.
Without breaking stride, she took it off her arm and looked: text messages from friends and family. Are you all right? Are you hurt? And then: A bomb went off at the finish line.
Verrico stopped running. "Holy shit," she said aloud.
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