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THIS HAD BEEN THE SECOND-WORST THING to happen to her. Possibly third. The actual second worst would be the time she climbed a sick tree in a clearing in the forest with brittle branches and fell. The first would most definitely be the improvised extermination she, her younger sister, and their grandparents undertook at their residence outside the city. It was a horrible affair with the torching of moth mothers and scraping off their eggs into the trash. The smell was unbearable. Khertek Vasilly was walking home late from school. She had been held back at school to clean up the library after the mathematics Olympiad had ended. Her house was the farthest away, and those among her friends who had carpooled did not live in the same direction. Her mother had admonished her for wearing a heavy jacket and wool pants to school that day. Now she wished she had listened. Carrying her backpack was one thing, but she would be dead if her second place certificate was damaged so she had to use both hands. As such, she had to suffer the summer heat, roasting in her dark shawl. What had happened to yesterday’s snow? She wondered, no one to answer. Just the previous day, her street was blanketed in the frozen H2O. She mocked at her classmates, who had arrived at school chilled in all sorts of warm weather outfits. She enjoyed the ensuing dread that crept up when the first flakes hit the window. Yet that morning, feeling the cool wind in the air, she left with more heavy clothes. No need to check the weather when there are the clouds above, mirroring the apartment buildings that lined the residential area. Her arrogance would be paid for in laundry, a freezing shower, and the memories of everyone’s laughs.

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