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"Lune, do you remmber our parents?" Loukio asked.
'They left us alone in the basement when we were 5.' I looked in puzzled. I didn't know what he was talking about. But then the memories came flooding back in. I remembered when they forced us to
stand in Red Square, stripped from the waist down, shouting Russian poetry at the top of our lungs. Our Slavonic nightmare only came to an end when, freezing our respective sexual organs off, a Muscovite tramp told us
that we would someday commit suicide and fall from a great
pedestal into the arms of my
significant other. I just loved the way he held me for the last time.
