I climbed the stairs and got back into bed, pulling a pillow over my face to block out the summer light. But there was no hiding from reality that morning.
Jeffrey EugenidesAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: April 13, 1960
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