[She doesn't ask the question that should be asked. It almost seems like it's on purpose. Is that what he did? Withholding it is almost like denying some satisfaction.
Instead, Andrew is surrounded by a strange and unexpected pocket of coldness in the middle of the solarium. It isn't enough to wilt the tropical plants, but maybe it forms the finest layer of steam as it humidifies.]
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Instead, Andrew is surrounded by a strange and unexpected pocket of coldness in the middle of the solarium. It isn't enough to wilt the tropical plants, but maybe it forms the finest layer of steam as it humidifies.]
I wonder if doing that makes us already dead.