[ He counts the minutes in his head, occasionally checking the clock to verify the passage of time. Once thirty minutes have passed, he reaches out to grasp the refrigerator handle, which resists his initial pull. ]
. . .
[ A harder yank. There's a disconcerting crackling. But the door swings open, and frost seems to permeate the air. ]
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[ A harder yank. There's a disconcerting crackling. But the door swings open, and frost seems to permeate the air. ]