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The Short Form

“Nilda”

Junot Diaz

Excerpt

That was the summer when everything we would become was hovering just over our heads. Girls were starting to take notice of me; I wasn’t good-looking but I listened and was sincere and had boxing muscles in my arms. In another universe I probably came out O.K., ended up with mad novias and jobs and a sea of love in which to swim, but in this world I had a brother who was dying of cancer and a long dark patch of life like a mile of black ice waiting for me up ahead.