I had found a cell phone on Thursday, at Brush Creek Park. I went through the phonebook and started calling numbers. I called Home and got an answering machine. Then I called Mum, and left a message. She called back later, and we arraged for her to pick up the phone. Apparently it was her daughter’s. I wanted to call “Love of my life”, but decided not to.
Later that day, she picked it up, and everybody lived happily ever after.
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