The At NOAA's school, the high-pitched din of 350 children, kindergarten through fourth grade,

excited about the coming holidays, filtered through the

hallways and into the parking lot, as Lanza parked his mother's black Honda Civic

precisely, then walked the few paces to the door.

He wore sunglasses and a black bucket-style brimmed hat,

a black polo-style shirt with a black t-shirt underneath.

He also wore an olive drab fishing type vest whose pockets

he'd stuffed with ammunition. He carried a Glock 10 millimeter handgun in the

pocket of his black cargo pants.

Sinch tightly with a web belt to hold them up on his skinny frame.

He had strapped another gun, a Sighauer 9mm to his leg.

In his hands, sheathed in fingerless gloves.

He carried a Bush master AR-15 style rifle,

similar to the one he'd used an hour earlier to murder his mother.

Nancy Lonsa, shooting her four times while she slept.

Nancy had bought the rifle her son used to kill her, along with the Bushmaster and the two

handguns. Six feet tall, Landsa weighed only 112 pounds. In his mind, starvation equaled self-control and power.

He wore earplugs. Classes having started, the school's front door was locked.

Lonza didn't touch the door handle.

Germs terrified him.

Instead, he shot out the wall-sized window to the right of the front door and stepped through.

His black leather nun bush sneakers

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