Now where is it at? John looked every where but still he just couldn't remember where he left it. Usually it was his keys or his glasses he couldn't find, but this, unbelievable.
As John walked back to his bedroom he began to retrace his steps, I think I had it over here as he tossed his dirty underwear off the chest at the foot of his bed. "Nope, not there either".
John did a quick pat down, my wallet, my keys, hmmm. He walked toward the living room and gave it a fast look over. His rifle was still in its place over the mantel, so he knew no one broke in, a thief always go for the firearms, he mused. Still he couldn't help wondering if someone came in and took it. John was just about to give up when a small voice spoke up. It was so dim and faint that he could barely hear it, but he did make out "closet". Closet?. "Oh yea, why didn't I think of that first?", he wonder. Turning around he went pass the bathroom and by...
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