[It's probably standing in a corner somewhere, he thinks, so he doesn't think much of it. He also doesn't make a connection to the missing milk, at first; when he goes to make himself some coffee, he figures he'd just run out (though hadn't he just bought a new carton a few days ago?). Not a big deal. He uses creamer instead, and then with his cup, wanders into the living room and pushes open the curtains, peering out the window at the overcast city morning.]
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