When it happened, I mean I was in full party mode. There were around 100 people over the course of the day. When Cindy told me Diego was missing, I figured he was hiding, like dogs do on Fourth of July, you know the fireworks freak them out, but they come back after a day or so.
Where's our friend, Diego?
Or maybe he jumped in someone's bag and they'd give us a call and we'd pick him up or something. But we've recently gotten a couple of e-mails from him, and now I'm concerned....
1st E:mail
I am lost.
We respond:
Where are you?? We've been so worried!? It's so
good to know you're alive (are you still?)? Please
come home to us... Anyone with information regarding
our dearly beloved puppy - PLEASE RETURN HER TO
US!!!
2cnd E:mail
Hitched a ride tonight. Not sure where I am.
We respond:
Baby you must demand to be let free - you're showing signs of stockholm syndrome - and felipe and pepe miss you so much... dearest diego, please come back for the sake of our family -
3rd, final and latest e:mail:
This looks nice.
Meanwhile Pepe and Felipe scour the "Lost and Found" in the paper.
They can't believe he's really gone. They are heart broken.
P.S. They both agreed you can have your center spot back and they're willing to call you Jefe, if you would just come back.
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