I received a call today at 7:30 from a gentleman just beyond my flier range, and he left a message saying that Holden had been in his basement for the last two days. He just saw one of my fliers.
We met halfway up on Mannasota, and the guy who took him in was an old man who owned a junk shop. He even had made me a new tag for Holden with my updated information on it.
We shook hands, and then Holden and I bounded home, with me tearing down fliers as I ran.
He's at my feet right now. Hasn't left my side yet.
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