I've been tearing Tam's apartment apart for a week now.
Nothing. No hints about where he went, no clues about what happened to him. I go over every day and work for hours and hours. Nothing.
Except for those fucking flowers.
His roommates are reporting that before he vanished, Tam was receiving flowers at a rate of approximately one bouquet a week.
No cards, no florist's mark, price tag, or barcode. No sign they existed at all, really.
I don't understand. Who was sending him these things? Why? Is he hurt? Has someone taken him?
...in other news, I'm getting an automatic A for the semester, given the circumstances. I did not even have to go to my last few history classes.
I wish I could be happy about that.
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