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Chapter 97 Assessment
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2026-06-27 00:15:22They do not put me in a cell. I keep waiting for the cell, the way you wait for a second shoe, and it never comes, and the absence of it is its own message.
Instead they take me to a room that is almost beautiful. Pale curved walls, warm light, a chair that adjusts itself to my spine when I sit, a low table with water and a bowl that smells like real fruit.
It is the room you would put an honored guest in, or a difficult patient, or a very expensive animal you intend to keep a l
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