fyn gula Scouts were sent out initially, but by the time the search was called off many men were wasted, and not just from searching.
"it was futile," they said. "he was lost before he was noticed to be missing."
nevertheless, bloodhounds were fed and petted. every stone was uncovered, but no one seemed to miss him because they never really knew him anyway.
they did see his name in the paper, some article way in the corner by "lordy, lordy, mary's forty!" and they wondered if it was the same person or someone with just the same name, everyone that is except for one person and she spends her days looking, dying of a broken heart, living for the days that disapppeared.
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