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I felt sufficiently comforted after only one milkshake, comforted and ready for a nap. I had a lot to think about, but I felt certain I’d do a better job of thinking after sleeping off a little of my food coma. Mike and Richard insisted on following me back to my room, and I suspected they would try to watch me nap. If they did, I’d just have to tell them that watching me sleep was where I drew the line.
I leaned heavily against the elevator on the way up to the third floor, letting its wall support most of my weight. At my door I kept fumbling with the key card, so Richard took it from me and opened the door. I never got a chance to follow him in.
Richard practically threw me back against the opposite wall of the hallway. Mike glanced in my room without entering, then looked at Rich
