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«A horrifying morning. A blast of cold air jotted me awake to find myself not lying in bed, but standing upright on the roof with icicles stuck to my face, shivering, nearly blue from hypothermia, peering down at the ground far below. Bill brought me here. I know he could have made me jump. But he didn’t. Why? То send a message: that I’m his toy.»