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[loser-at-murder.livejournal.com]

Mars, Maaars! Where are you, lad?

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[doesnt-dance.livejournal.com]

Who's Mars?

[loser-at-murder.livejournal.com]

[distracted!Patrick is distracted, looking far on the path near his home] Mars is uhh.. my dog.

[calls out] Maaars!

[doesnt-dance.livejournal.com]

Oh.. [nods, looking off] What's he look like?

..Mars! Maars!!

[loser-at-murder.livejournal.com]

He's a ... a Rottweiler-Terrier mix.

Oh I hope he didn't get too far away. I took my eyes off him for one second. One second and he got away!

Mars!

[doesnt-dance.livejournal.com]

Hey, relax.. [goes for his best soothing tone] He'll come back.

[loser-at-murder.livejournal.com]

Maars!

[ohh still worried]He did this once before. Gone for a whole day. I got so worried I couldn't eat...

[doesnt-dance.livejournal.com]

Come on, I'll help you. He's probably not far.

[loser-at-murder.livejournal.com]

Oh, uhh. Thanks. [wrings fidgets with the leash he's got in his hands, distracted]

[stares off still searching in the distance] He didn't come back until after breakfast the next day. I was starving.

Mars! Maaaars, where are you?

[doesnt-dance.livejournal.com]

I think I see him, stay right here. [goes off in stealthy search of the dog, he thought he saw a bush rustle...

but no, it was a squirrel] Nevermind, man, sorry. False alarm.