âHe was holding out his hand . . . He looked puzzled . . . Then he slumped in my lap . . . I kept bending over him saying, âJack, Jack, can you hear me? I love you, Jack . . .â The seat was full of blood and red roses . . . .â âJacqueline Kennedy, recalling the fatal moment in Dallas
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