[Knives groans and then tosses the letter on the coffee table. Not really interested in reading anything to do with what this place thinks of as orientation.]
Are you hungry? [He asks, heading to the kitchen. It had been a while since the sandwich, and the donuts had seemed more like a snack than a meal.]
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Are you hungry? [He asks, heading to the kitchen. It had been a while since the sandwich, and the donuts had seemed more like a snack than a meal.]