By Karla Pomeroy
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Karla's Kolumn: When there are no words
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I woke up earlier than usual on Thursday morning. My husband was coming into the bedroom. He informed me there had been another senseless mass shooting.
This time the shooting took place at a club in Thousand Oaks, California, during college country night. Twelve dead, plus the gunman - a former Marine.
I got up and got ready for work and then watched some news reports of the shooting. I liste...
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