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LILY WAS LEFT in solitude for what felt like days. More bread was brought to her, the gap in the door opening for a matter of seconds, long enough to pass the tray through, and then shut again. She begged and pleaded with whoever was on the other side, desperate for some kind of contact with other people, even if it might be of the negative kind. She was so lonely, going crazy with her own thoughts, that she would have been happy to exchange a conversation for a couple of slaps if it had been offered.
She ran her conversation with Monster over and over in her head. What did he mean when he talked about her skills? The only thing she was any good at was her work, and she struggled to figure out how that fit into this situation. He seemed to know a lot about her, and had me
