A Little Life

Hanya Yanagihara
Jude = Jude he had spent his free hour—after classes

X=X but before chores—wading in the stream

on the edge of the monastery’s property,

searching for leeches of his own. And

when he couldn’t find any, when he was

told there weren’t any in that creek, he

screamed and screamed until his voice

deserted him, and even then he couldn’t

stop, even when his throat felt like it

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