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Unformatted text preview: Slam went the door and she disappeared. Anger, the everlasting devil, haunted me with the naked silence. I could perceive the intangible coldness in the air, in the shadows, and in my dogs stare. Slowly but gradually, Anger made an unrelenting grip on my surroundings. Courtesy corbis.com...
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- Spring '09