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Natasha Tusarova watched her mother dancing and listened to the sounds of Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty and memorized every note and every step. She had to be perfect if she wanted to get accepted into the ballet school. Her amazing memory was working very hard, though consciously she had no trouble remembering anything. As her mother finished, Natasha replayed the steps in her mind and waited for the music to stop. As it did so, the young Tusarova clapped. Her mother had been, as always, perfect. Natasha twisted her hair into a bun and stood up from the seat she had been taking on the windowsill, looked around the ballet room, took a deep br