[In the morning, John stumbles out of his room painfully hungover and just eager to get something in his body that isn't grain based. He almost crushes the basket underfoot, but notices at the last minute and nearly falls back into his rooms right on his ass.
Later on, when he's more together, he'll eye the basket skeptically and then reads the note. Really, something must be in the air because his eyes start watering. Huh. Inexplicable.
It's a shame. Mary would've loved the socks and tea.]
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Later on, when he's more together, he'll eye the basket skeptically and then reads the note. Really, something must be in the air because his eyes start watering. Huh. Inexplicable.
It's a shame. Mary would've loved the socks and tea.]
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