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As we walk out into the hall and begin walking down, I imagine Alexei on these very
stairs, in a sitting position, his mom helping him down each step, one by one. I look back
up, and Lyudmila, with her dyed red hair and watery eyes, is watching our every step as we
walk away. She doesn't want to close that door just yet, because it will once again seal off
that desperate world within.
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