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    Asya’s small face fit into the window, joy spread out on her pale cheeks at the sight of the snow falling softly from the darkened sky, illuminated by the street light down on the corner. The roads were empty below, and slush caked the black asphalt. Mama and Papa were in the other room, arguing. The thin walls of the apartment did little against the heated words. Asya closed her mind from her ears, she didn’t want to hear them on such a beautiful night. Couldn’t they put away the usual argument for five minutes? Just to see the snow? She peered over her shoulder at the open door, seeing her parents argue together in the