Julio Genao’s Reviews > Lay It Down > Status Update

I can't. I literally cannot.

this is excruciating.

She nodded even as there was more sniffling, halting breath, and hair fiddling while I waited, quietly, as she got herself together. Lucky it wasn’t a cheap paper towel, instead the good absorbent kind that wouldn’t simply turn to tatters in her hands

ivory silk, louboutins, maseratis—and now quality household paper products. good to see Mary's highly specific devotion to the finer things is intact.

“The fuck,” I growled down at everyone.
They all froze and looked up at me, and I could only imagine what I looked like, standing there in boxer briefs and a tank under an ivory silk robe.

indeed, mr. nitido. wearing bunny slippers, bcuz "I knew a little bit about Spanish culture."

also, your mom named your brother "Dalvon." with autocorrect, apparently.

this is happening, people.