"I could have stopped it. At the door. He turned and looked at me. And I... closed the door and nothing, I erased it. Now there's nothing. The staircase of his building, the sawdust on the ground, the books, the lady downstairs... I should have stopped them. I loved them both, but... I wasn't able to enclose them with my love. I thought everyone had the right to live as they pleased. But what freedom is there in death?"
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