"Miles," I finally managed, though my voice sounded more like a gasp. "I can't find him anywhere." I shook my head, shoulders shaking a little as new sobs wracked me. "His roommate brought Snowflake over . . . I've been looking for three days, I can't— His phone's disconnected, I—" I hated saying the words out loud. Like that made it real. I didn't want it to be real.
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Date: 2017-05-08 06:35 pm (UTC)