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| VASILIY YEGOROVICH ARDANKIN as the spaceship hurtles out toward the stars, the earth a star behind it, the earnest dog eyes fixed on black space like a door the masters have walked through and will return from, surely. Surely they'll come to get me. Surely they didn't love me all that time for this. |