Three hours and counting, waiting for the police* to come by so she can file a missing persons report.
* She called the non-emergency number. It's Jazzfest. It's NOPD.
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Three hours and counting, waiting for the police* to come by so she can file a missing persons report.
* She called the non-emergency number. It's Jazzfest. It's NOPD.
Oh smonster, I saw on FB.
OMFG, they called again and it was filed as "unfounded," supposedly they drove by and no one was here. Bullshit. We saw one car with lights but no siren (which happens frequently in the neighborhood), but it turned on just upstreet of us and didn't go past us. So now they're sending someone again, supposedly. Good thing work tomorrow is optional for me.
Okay, they're here.
Sheesh, smonster. I'm glad you're there for your friend.
Oy. That's all I got right now. Police panties in a wad.
Okay, thank god, a report is being filed. I called all the hospitals and two jails, she's not there and no Jane Does.
What a day for all of us. Group brackets??
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A little something for your utility belt.
Much ~ma for your friend and her daughter, smonster. That's about the most awful feeling I can imagine.
wrod. If I write a drabble about Dawn for the Merry Month of Masturbation Challenge, is that gross? Will I be shunned by shunned people?