As expected: she, the daughter of the Fall, recipient of its heaviest radiation, loved atomically.
Junot DiazOn the outside, Oscar simply looked tired, no taller, no fatter, only the skin under his eyes, pouched from years of quiet desperation, had changed. Inside, he was in a world of hurt. He saw black flashes before his eyes. He saw himself falling through the air. He knew what he was turning into. He was turning into the worst kind of human on the planet: an old bitter dork. Saw himself at the Game Room, picking through the miniatures for the rest of his life. He didn't want this future but he couldn't see how it could be avoided, couldn't figure his way out of it. Fukรบ.
Junot DiazYou eventually erase her contact info from your phone but not the pictures you took of her in bed while she was naked and asleep, never those.
Junot DiazIn my view, a writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway.
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