First, a small shiny-haired girl arrives in a wooden coffin. The other girls greet her. Some are more like butterflies than ballerinas, but only the bluest ballerina is able to fly over the wall. Later, the pretty ballet teacher cries over the pot roast, then leads the oldest through the theater to an empty train to a concrete fountain in a gray square. Only girls live here, remember, and they don’t stay here for long.
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