It's like flash storm; a whirl of violent weeping, and then nothing but still shaking shoulders and an uneven breath. And Alex, standing steady and not making one comment about the rain.
"I can't...talk about Lyosha. Not yet. I just want to get the fuck out of this damn place."
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"I can't...talk about Lyosha. Not yet. I just want to get the fuck out of this damn place."