
Douglas Stuart Reads “The Englishman”
The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker
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I Love You, but Perhaps He Does Not Love Me
I love him, but perhaps he does not love me. How could he? I am careful never to be myself around him. London was farther than i had ever been. As we neared the south, all i wanted was a summer in which to be myself. The position paid 400 pounds a week, cash in hand, and offered free bed and board, bathroom on suite. He said nothing when i told him that i was going to london.
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