Woof. Woof.

All I want is to find Adam.

I had him last night, I swear. We went out to dinner, and went out to drink. I was with him all night... I think. Maybe things would be easier if I could even remember what happened. And now, the only clues that I have are in my outbox.

Dude, what happened last night?

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