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Akhil Sharma Reads Joyce Carol Oates

The New Yorker: Fiction

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I'm Cool, My Dad Droped by to See How I Was, and How Was He?

Quinton grew up in Dale springs, a suburb of mount vernon, six miles west of the university. His dad dropped by to see how he was when Quinton was 12 years old. Dad's eyes were muddy green as knowing deepened in them and his pupils shrank to pin pricks. "I had never seen my hands as if i had never seen them before," quinton writes.

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