June 16, 2011
There were two events, either one of which or perhaps both could have started it. The sense that was understanding. The understanding crystalline at maybe five or perhaps six that everyone, everyone was psychic except me. My mother looked at me once after she’d scolded me for eating all the bitter baker’s chocolate, looked at [...]
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February 9, 2010
Alandra already has a boyfriend back in Sao Paulo. I’m not ready to take on a second language. My grandmother hates Argentina, and she’ll never learn the difference. It might be interpreted as a sign of severe penile disfunction in her culture. Alandra already has a girlfriend back in Rio. I’m never going to love [...]
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