Ana Iris once asked me if I loved him and I told her about the lights in my old home in the capital, how they flickered and you never knew if they would go out or not. You put down… — Junot Diaz Copy Share Image
“Can I have this?" Iris asked in her honeydew voice, holding up one of the novels I'd brought her so that Amy could see the cover. "Sorry, hot man is all out at the moment. We have some corpulent taxi… — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
