I knocked on his door. I heard a low groan from the other side. I knocked on it again, this time louder. I heard shuffling and crinkling of plastic and paper as he made his way towards the door. Opening the door a tiny smidge, he sighed. "Sorry, I thought you were the pizza man," he said. He removed the chain lock and let me in. The whole floor of his studio apartment was covered in take out trash. "Sorry about the mess," he said picking up the trash.
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