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It feels like a lie Tastes like one But she trusts me

I don’t let her hug , and I push her back, into the crowd that is lining up around us

A wo close Anya hits her and the wo softly

“Mama—”

I push lassy eyes

“Take hter,” I say “She has papers Her father will be in Vologda Aleksandr Ivanovich Marchenko ”

“No, Ma for me

I mean to push her away so hard she stumbles, but I can’t do it At the last htly

The train whistle blows So?”

I unwrap Anya’s ar, Anya I love you, moya dusha ”

How can I call her my soul and then push her away? But I do I do

At the last minute, I hand her the butterfly “Here You hold this for me I will come back for it For you ”

“No, Mama—”

“I proer’s arms

She is still crying, screaet free, when the train doors slam shut