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The Angle

First Page

26

Last Page

26

Abstract

In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.

"We waited patiently for for the darkness to fall. For some reason, Deanna and I could never take our ritual car ride during the day. In fact, it was more like ten o'clock when we would leave the house. She would carry the book of CDs and the cookies. I would grab the community liter of Mountain Dew and the cell phone. We would get into the car and decide to follow the signs that we never follow, the ones that would take us any place but here. But we always ended up taking the same route. We passed the same clock attached to a brick wall every night, but the trip would not be the same if we didn't bring the whole collection along. On the nights that it snowed, we still took our nightly road trip, but we just took it slowed careful no to let Little Car's bald tires spin us our of control. Sometimes we would stop for gas or windshield wiper fluid or oil. The occasional faceless guy behind the counter would ask us what we were doing out here. We never really knew where here or there was."

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