“Friday Was a Really, Really Bad Day (Part 1)”
|From:||Seth Dillingham||In Response To:||Top of Thread.|
|Date Posted:||Saturday, September 1, 2001 2:00:23 PM||Replies:||7|
Yesterday was a bad day. A really, really bad day.
Earlier in the week, Shane moved out to live in a rented house with a couple of buddies who have started college. The move was rather sudden... he'd told us he wanted to do it, but it seemed like there wasn't much warning.
The new house is only about an hour from here, and they don't have a washing machine or dryer so we knew we'd see him on a regular basis.
Thursday, he was supposed to work for someone down in our area, and we were expecting him to stop by and pick up some of his clothes in the morning. He never showed up.
No big deal, he's twenty years old, and this would hardly be the first time that he hasn't called.
Continued: Friday Morning
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