flying stories
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- The golden sand in her couture dress, red stiletto heels and a white fur coat that makes her look like the indian version of Cruella de Vil
- Nani returns to the beach 4 hours later in a completely new dress and hairstyle and finds me hiding in a dank, foul smelling cave, knees balled to my chest.
- "Because when you're older, no one cares about how many awards you win, Santosh. People care if you have something to talk about. And right now, all you have to talk about are things from books.
- "Adios" I say expecting him to be relieved but he doesn't look relieved. he looks... hurt.
- We talk in our own Spanglish: a fluid version of both English,Spanish, and body language that makes absolutely no sense, and yet we understand each other completely.
- "Why did you tell him I'd see him tomorrow?""To give him something to look forward to, Santosh," She says quietly gazing out at the sea. "All of us need something to look forward to"
- N-
- Si, hasta mañana
- Hasta mañana?
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