The Kyiv Confusion.
October 1st 2007 When I came back into the room she had a needle in her right arm, just a few inches above her wrist. Ana had woken up early this morning in awful pain, and phoned for a doctor when she couldn't bear it any more. I found her sitting against the edge of the bed, crying.
I had only left to make the doctor a mug of tea in the kitchen, but the lady had already banged a nail into the bedroom wall,
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