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In the perilous journey toward adulthood, Valentín Gómez hasn't quite found his north. He's not much of a cartographer, but he and his boyfriend are still going to try their luck at map-making. Growing up is hard, isn't it? ~~~~ The North Down South is a series of vignettes serving as a sequel to Southward.
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Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it 😊
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It was 3:21 am when Lucas Valverde arrived at his small studio apartment in the Almagro district of Buenos Aires. He downed half a carton of Termidor as he waited for the bathtub to fill up; the other half, he finished in the tub. He woke up at 8:39 am, still in the tub, the water long gone cold. With weak, wobbly limbs, he wrapped himself up in a towel and stumbled into his bed, where he slept until 1:05 pm. He had hard-boiled eggs and a liter of water for lunch. Then, he open
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Thank you! These are definitely the emotions I strive to generate upon the reader when I write. I'm happy to know enjoying it so far 😊
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2. White Gold and 950 Silver
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Lucas Valverde had never counted himself lucky when it came to fathers. For instance, he never met his biological dad. He did know his biological mom, though the scarce memories he had of her were not particularly fun to revisit. He remembered her voice solely for one sentence she’d uttered sometime before he was taken away on his seventh birthday: “All your dad ever did for you was get you in me and sign his name on your birth papers.” Growing up, he would sometimes wonder
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Pascual Di Falco’s father had been a mason. His mother, a housekeeper. He grew up in Villa Luzuriaga, a working-class neighborhood in the outskirts of Buenos Aires. His family was neither known nor well-established; neither of his parents made it to high school, but they ran themselves into the ground to make sure their only son did. And he made it much further than that. As a student, Pascual excelled by virtue of his own merit. While many of his classmates landed snug positions
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I'd been keeping this one in the drafts for a while and decided to flesh it out seeing as I was on a roll 😄 Jose (pronounced Ho-seh, as it doesn't have the diacritic like José) is short for Josefina.
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Mister, here is my complaint, I’m sure you’ll understand; Love is killing me, But I cannot love. I chase after perfection In me and in others, I chase after perfection In order to love. I burn in my own fire, Mercy, Mister, mercy! Love is killing me, But I cannot love! — Alfonsina Storni, Complaint [Queja] (1920) 1. Lucas Valverde woke up in a pool of his own vomit. Finding the motivation to peel himself off the floor of his bleak studio apartment
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Law professor Pascual Di Falco was equally feared and revered by the students at Lucas Valverde's university. But when Lucas became one of the top students in Pascual's class, fear and admiration gave way to something else entirely: maddening, unjust, and wholly inappropriate – the love Lucas felt for his professor would eventually prove to be his downfall.
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It definitely gave Lauti some closure 😊 Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Thank you! Heartbreak can definitely help or propell creative process, but I suppose it just didn't work as well with me. And yes, the ending might've been a little foreseaable, but I think it fits nicely 😊 Take care as well!
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I took a long drag of the cigarette, letting the stinging substance sit around in my throat for as long as I could before releasing it into the air. The smoke dissipated beyond the balcony and into the street just as a coal-black bumblebee flew by, likely attracted by the cranesbills and begonias of the lovely old lady from the apartment down below. Today was the day, and I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that. I heard the iron-framed door slide open behind me, followed by a loud si
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Thank you so much! That means a lot to me 😊
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Thank you so much for reading (and for commenting, always)! No spoilers, but the epilogue might be set sometime in the future 😊
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Thank you! They very much did say that 😊
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November rolled around, and with it came some major fixtures in our 5th year high school social calendar. The first stop: the graduate class party. The closest American analogue I could think of would be senior prom, but like most other high school-related affairs, the leap from American to Argentine traditions was maddeningly steep. For starters, there was no such thing as a ‘prom’, at least in the strict sense. There was a sort of celebration to mark the end of the long-winded
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Your Spanglish is not too shabby! Next chapter is coming soon 😊
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Sorry if I had you worried for a sec! And I'm glad to hear it came across as spontaneous, that's 100% what I was going for 😄
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Valentín was asleep. In the dead of the night I could hear the slowed rhythm of his breathing, warm against my chest. If I focused hard, I could even feel his heartbeat, warm in its own way too, and almost perfectly synchronized with mine. My left arm had long gone numb under his weight, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. He hadn’t spoken a word since his arrival, which, in itself, said more than a thousand words could, as did the look on his face and way his shoulders hunched inwar
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It is a lot of money! The story is set in 2018, at which point 35K pesos were about $900 USD (steep inflation is a quintessentially Argentine issue). You'll have to wait and see 😊
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“Lautaro, don’t you dare let go of me right now or I swear to God.” “Just remember what I told you, keep your feet straight and your knees bent and you’ll be fine.” “For fuck’s sake!” To Valentín’s credit, he didn’t immediately fall on his ass. For a solid half a minute it even looked as if he would manage to stand on the ice on his own, albeit admittedly and expectedly not in the most graceful manner. But then he tried to move and – It took some effort not to laugh on his fa
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