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  1. Irina was always a perceptive woman.

    Maybe this perceptive, brilliant woman noticed how Ilya looked at boys.

    Maybe that was the final straw, maybe she couldn’t handle the grief of having a son who loved boys. Maybe that’s why Ilya stumbled on his mother’s body a few days after realising he looked at boys like he could love them too.

    or, ilya, religion, queerness and trying to do guesswork about someone who is long gone.

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