The Angle

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He Whispered To Himself

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

"The day that Julian died was the busiest day of his life. To him, looking back, he found it oddly fitting that he'd woken up so early in the morning. The blaring scarlet digits next to his head read 5:32, a mere two hours after he had managed to find the massive bed so he could pass out atop it. He was silent as consciousness overtook him; and through the darkness, his eyes adjusted until he could count the cracks in the ceiling from where the guitars had been repeatedly thrown upward."

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