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Saturday I got Sam and Emma out of the bathtub and I first got Emma dressed and then I was ready to get Sam dressed but I could not find him. I called for him but he would not answer. I was walking all over the house and I could not find him. I actually walked right past him while he was hiding between the refrigerator and the counter. His black hair blended in with the fridge. 

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