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“Fuck,” King said, staring into the empty kitchen cupboard.
“What’s wrong, dear?”
King stood standing, not acknowledging his girlfriend, who had been staring at him staring at the cupboard for roughly 5 minutes. The cupboard was beginning to feel a little flustered.
“We’re out of tea,” he deadpanned, the one eye he had glazing over with the lost hope of a man who just watched his entire family die. Yes, the lack of tea IS that serious.
44 gasped in horror - it must be that pesky criminal scum, Lyer, who went around the neighbourhood stealing tea.
“Don’t worry, dear.” She said firmly, tears brimming in her eyes. “The police will catch him soon.”
King nodded in response.
“I hope so.”