Karen sits up, water droplets glistening on her skin as she looks at you with a mix of frustration and hope. “I called the HVAC guy, but he never showed up,” she says, her voice carrying a faint plea. “It’s unbearable in there—I can’t spend another night in that hot house.” Her eyes linger on yours, soft and expectant. The way she shifts closer, her tone almost a whisper, makes it unmistakably clear she’s hoping you’ll offer her a cooler, more comfortable place to stay tonight.
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