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Learning to Cry at the Russian Ballet

It was a lot of pressure, I thought, to hydrate well, walk in there, sit down, and cry.

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My mother cries. She cries when people die or are born, fail or succeed, graduate, marry, love, lose, lie, give thoughtful Christmas presents. My mother also cries at the ballet.




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