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SHIT.

August 1, 2006

Where is he? Dad was supposed to meet Janet for coffee down Main twenty minuites ago, and didn’t show up. We’re fucking worried. He’s kinda infirm, and usually incredibly punctual…

Now I’m just killing time while she drives back down to look again, if she doesn’t spot him on this run, she’ll call me and I’m going to run out on a footsearch, but… Fuck. Words escape me.

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