PHOTOS!
Where are they?
I've ransacked every corner, peepholes, crannies, under sofas and rustic chairs, in the crusty basement, and the nook of my ram-shackled closet. At this point, I was assured that even if I being the tired and disorient temperance had lost my mind, I'd never eradicate the proof I hand my hands on, neither irrationally set it bare to all roguish eyes- So where was it?
Couldn't have disappeared in thin air, now can it?