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A Sketch of Anger Here I stood alone, with my face towards the ground repelling myself from the silent pain of shame. But then my mother came in and threw my report card at my feet. Anger came lurking around the corner. With a choleric glance, she stood firmly and bellowed, “ B is not good enough!”
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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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