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Lines, John H. Liddle

The Angle

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Preliminary Pages, No Author

The Angle

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Myself, John H. Liddle

The Angle

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The El Greco Profile, Michele Micalizzi

The Angle

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"At last she went forth into the New York she despised and feared. She had examined it again and again - this move to the city. There was no question though that it was unavoidable, essential to the whole maneuver. Her things had already been sent on ahead and so she could go ahead with it, while they told her she had everything quite under control."

Traps, Helen Borriello

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"The traps had been good to her that day. Five muskrat, three a good size, and the two smaller ones would still get a decent price. The pelts were thick and full because the winter had been cold. Joey was proud that she could judge a good pelt and she usually came. pretty close on guessing the price the dealers would settle for."

Trilling Park, Robert Derosa

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"On a warm day in mid-September, Anthony Cambiato, dressed in black, bell-bottomed jeans, a glowing green sport shirt, blue denim jacket and white sneakers, stood across from the tallest building on North Avenue, cupping in his dirty hand a small shred of paper which prescribed his entire future, from the present until the day he died. His legs ached from the long walk and a single drop of perspiration slid down his side, hiding in the elastic band of his underwear. Had this been a normal autumn, he would …

The Finial, Lida Bell Lunt

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"Ben, her husband, had his job. He could leave for the day and forget, but Ida had no escape. Ben hardly noticed when Peter's sand castles had changed to rock castles and taken possession of her garden, their steeples pointing an accusing finger at the skies and at her. And although he pointed no fingers, Ben seemed to assume it was her fault, as if she'd humored the boy, because she would not consent to commit him to a State institution."

Wounded, Carmine Paris

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"The train station was cold, damp, and very crowded the day Gianni Roselli left. People, young and old, were huddled together in a vain effort to keep warm while waiting for the 5:45 to make its regular stop. Most of them were jovial on this Christmas Eve because they were waiting to be reunited with their friends and relatives. Some were parents anxiously awaiting the return of their sons from war; other parents weren't so happy because their sons weren't coming home."

Fulfillment, Kevin Moriarty

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"She found herself at the counter, buying another fifty-dollar dress. The whole scene: the glittering displays - sequins were in - the disorganized and overdressed clerks, the bee-buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead, recalled memories of cupidity and contentment. Apparel. Accessories. She was back to demanding the newest colors, the smartest fit. Even her jeans were fashionably faded on mornings of inhaled Tide, Glamour magazines and quarters disappearing down the slot of the front-loader ...."

The Force-Out, Reva Nagan Joffee

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"As she plodded up the walk to the front door, Molly heard the television blaring. The clamor of the ball game rankled and she winced at the announcer's piercing voice. "It's a three-two pitch, and -- He struck him out!""

Full Issue, No Author

The Angle

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