Monday, January 31, 2011

I know where he is.

Google Maps and Apple, I could marry you right now. I've found him. Or rather, he's found himself and then mailed me his location. Frick, it's really not that far from here. The only way they could have been any more unexpected was if they were holed up in some fancy-ass place in Remuera or Parnell.

I'm going after him. I have to. I'm bringing my cricket bat and one of the Glocks Jeff and Cheska gave us for Christmas.

Wish me luck.

--Vivi

5 comments:

  1. Please, for the love of god, stay as safe as you can.

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  2. Best of luck Vivi.

    We're routing for you.

    -Jeff
    The Keeper

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  3. Youaresoclosetohimyethefeelssofaraway

    Hecan'teventalktoyouyethewantsyoutohelp

    Butit'snotlikeyoucandoanythingcanyou?

    Hewilldieinfrontofallofyoubecausehedidn'tknowhowtostoptheseurgesfromtakingover

    AndIwillberighttheretopushhimintherightdirection

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  4. Stay safe, Viv, please. (Also, you have Glocks?!)

    ~Alora

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  5. Please, please, stay safe and please, please don't die. I too, have gotten rather attached to the two of you.

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