Lost: One very small pink Croc. Somewhere in the streets of Leucadia. Still not found after driving said streets of Leucadia and getting fairly lost.
Reward: Kisses, nuzzles, and some dirt Lucy's always picking from between her toes. Which she will now do more of, since she lost her shoes.
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Isn't that the worst? I don't know how I can feel so badly for an inanimate object, but every time we lose something I think of it lying forlornly by the side of the road, waiting for its little person. In our house, those things have gone on vacation. Which may be why M doesn't care for vacation, from which things often never return.
Sadly, my search for the croc has been fruitless...I will wander the streets of Leucadia once again today in search of the lonesome travler. Your croc will not be forgotten!
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