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      <title>I think that the climax of this story is when Tom was building up the courage to break the window, because it was the moment that would be life or death and everything before that was suspence.</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2016 20:32:07 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>Tom realizes that he should've spent more time with his wife instead of working all the time. In the story he realized he had added nothing to his life.</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2016 20:23:59 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>The climax was when he almost fell off the building.</title>
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      <description>&quot;His right foot smashed into his left anklebone; he staggered sideways, began falling, and the claw of his hand cracked against glass and wood, slid down it, and his finger tips were pressed hard on the puttyless edging of his window. His right hand smacked gropingly beside it as he fell to his knees; and, under the full weight and direct downward pull of his sagging body, the open window dropped shudderingly in its frame till it closed and his wrists struck the sill and were jarred off.&quot;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2016 20:15:50 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>His priorities before were to get the paper, but now he is more concerned on how to live.</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2016 19:49:12 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>It says for a motionless instant.</title>
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      <description> &quot;For a motionless instant he saw himself externally--bent practically double, balanced on this narrow ledge, nearly half his body projecting out above the street far below--and he began to tremble violently, panic flaring through his mind and muscles, and he felt the blood rush from the surface of his skin.&quot; Tom could see himself and he had just realized what he was actually doing.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2016 19:41:44 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>&quot;At the same instant he saw, between his legs and far below, Lexington Avenue stretched out for miles ahead.&quot; It is very suspenseful because that's showing how high up he actually is, and according to the title of the story, he could die.</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2016 19:38:51 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>&quot;By a kind of instinct, he instantly began making his intention acceptable to himself by laughing at it. The mental picture of himself sidling along the ledge outside was absurd--it was actually comical--and he smiled.&quot; He really needed that paper.</title>
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      <description>And he was determined to get it.</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2016 19:30:41 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>&quot;But the paper was past his reach and, leaning out into the night, he watched it scud steadily along the ledge to the south, half-plastered against the building wall.&quot; He was trying hard to get the yellow paper because it had some type of value to him.</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2016 19:21:49 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>He is trying to work but he can't concentrate.</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2016 19:13:46 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>He is distracted by how hot it is and his guilty conscience.</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2016 19:11:45 -0700</pubDate>
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