Maybe try rubbing them together instead of turning our chemistry into a weird thermal audit.
Your fingers are slightly colder than the rest of you, which is the only thing I have to count while we wait for the room to warm up.
A reading from Psalms 102:9
For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,
— Psalms 102:9 (en_kjv)
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I have eaten ashes like bread.
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