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The Fragment Missing

"I think we have a serious problem," Maggie said.

"Don't I know it," Max replied as he rubbed his temples. "I think yesterday is missing."

Maggie was sitting at the dining table, her fingers dancing across the keyboard on her laptop. Max was leaning up against a wall, a cigarette in hand as he stood there pondering things.

"Just as I suspected," Maggie said. She turned the laptop towards Max. He leaned forward and looked at the screen and then shook his head.

"Damn!" he muttered as he balled his right hand into a fist. "That rat bastard! How dare he!"

The screen showed the livejournal page of a user; there was only one entry and it didn't detail anything at all. Just a part of a conversation.