When I realised it was not with me, I told Anne to call my number. Heard no ringing.
Went to the washroom. Not there.
Went to the library. Asked the librarian. He was so shocked. It's a phone I've misplaced. I cracked a smile, it's just an old koyaked phone no worries. Alas! Not there.
And I found it. It was in my bag. Blur.
I was thinking, maybe if I've lost it. I could have got a new phone plus a new number. Yeesss.
2 comments:
hahah i wish that happened to me too...
i dropped my phone donkey amount of times by accident...yet it still works.
Yay?
XD
mine was as old as 7 years old i'm waiting for it to pass away XD
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