She went to meet her friend Lidochka on Thursday afternoon, after Grisha had boarded his train.
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It was clear that Lidochka, after eleven years, did not want to bother with small talk.
You needed a certain kind of desperation, she thought, to wander into the type of trap Lidochka had entered.
Lidochka had once looked like a fairy, but now her small features puckered out of a face that had become as puffy as a flaky pastry.
Lera thought of Lidochka again.
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