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He nodded and rose from the chair, making his way toward the door. “Wait! Please, can I have some water before you go?” The words were out of my mouth before I realized what I’d done. “That’s two,” he said without looking back. The door closed behind him, and the lock clicked into place. How stupid could I be? I felt like slapping myself for speaking without thinking first. The room wasn’t as cold as it had been when I first arrived, but it certainly wasn’t warm. How much would he lower the temperature? If I’d asked two questions, did that mean it would be lowered for forty-eight hours, or would he simply make it twice as cold? Regardless of the answer, I would be miserable either way. Just as I suspected, the room temperature was noticeably cooler in a couple of hours. The chanting music
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