“It was 1985. You were sixteen years old and you were messed up and alone like a motherfucker. You were also convinced—like totally, utterly convinced—that the world was going to blow itself to pieces. “
This week’s New Yorker fiction piece is “Miss Lora” by Junot Díaz. In an accompanying Q&A, Díaz discusses the story.




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Hooray for the second person!
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