She approached Ling, a quiet woman from Shanghai who always sat in the back. “Excuse me,” Mariana said, reading from her book. “What’s… your… favorite food?”
He replied: It was good. I made a friend.
She walked to the teenager from Guadalajara. “Have you… been to… the art museum?”
“This book,” Amin said one afternoon, “it is strange. It teaches you ‘I am,’ ‘You are,’ ‘He is.’ But it never teaches you ‘I was broken.’ ‘You were afraid.’ ‘We were lost.’”
She approached Ling, a quiet woman from Shanghai who always sat in the back. “Excuse me,” Mariana said, reading from her book. “What’s… your… favorite food?”
He replied: It was good. I made a friend. interchange fourth edition intro
She walked to the teenager from Guadalajara. “Have you… been to… the art museum?” She approached Ling, a quiet woman from Shanghai
“This book,” Amin said one afternoon, “it is strange. It teaches you ‘I am,’ ‘You are,’ ‘He is.’ But it never teaches you ‘I was broken.’ ‘You were afraid.’ ‘We were lost.’” She approached Ling