Violeta's foot comes down on her brake pedal with a firm click and her trolley locks solid. Beside her, Dimitar walks away from his own trolley without touching the brake. Behind his back, his trolley begins to drift slowly backwards down the gentle slope of the corridor, gathering speed, and bumps into the wall with a dull thud. He stops. He turns around slowly. He looks at the trolley, then a...
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