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There´s a drawing of Saint Sebastian I like very much. I found it on a website one day, saved it on my desktop, cleaned my desktop by removing all those pics to the recycling bin and effectively killed them off by emptying it. Saint Sebastian went into seclusion. That wasn´t very nice of him, but understandable. I should have offered him a safe home amidst my documents. Sebastian was missing until yesterday, when I thought I´d found a way to bring him out of his hiding in the WWW. "Yay!" the functioning part of my brain rejoiced,"All you have to do is check your bookmarks, and Sebastian will be part of our family again!" Making a dash for my PC, a sack of apples in hand, I entered my homestead, nearly running down son No. 3. Well, I was able to avoid collision, but my apples went ballistic and hit said son hard in the groin, the bottom of the sack suddenly missing. The scenario reminded me of Saint Sebastian and my fruitless search of traces of my lost love. To my taste there were way too many pictures of my beloved one, the fired off arrows preferably embedded in his groin. Now who would kill a man by firing arrows into his genital region? Then again, this particular area would probably be my goal of choice, too, if someone got on my tits sufficiently. To cut a long story short, no, Sebastian´s dwelling place was not among my bookmarks, but I was able to get all of my brain going and finally uncovered his hiding place. Luring him back onto my desktop was an easy task, job done within seconds. Now I have to give him a cosy place in my documents. Ah, plus I had to promise him to not blast my PC until I made a proper transfer of dates onto my external hard drive, should I appreciate his presence in the future. Sebastian, you are my hero!