"Just sending some food in!" the voice on the other side of the door.
"Food?" John replied confused and opened the door to demand an explanation.
There was a guy his age with a boring look on his face as if tired. "You John Arthur?" he asked him.
"Yeah.." He replied.
"This is for you." The young man gave a small brown box to him.
"What is it?"
"I don't know man..." He said shaking his head and wanted nothing better than to leave.
As he closed the door, John opened the package and saw an apple pie that smelled fresh and delicious. It was still warm as he held it in his hands. He looked around for a card, something that could told him where it came from or who it came from. John didn't find anything and held the apple pie with interest. Already hungry, he began to eat it.
As he finished, he felt sleepy. "Whoa what the hell?" his vision began to get blurry and instantly fell on his bed.
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