138. This is how I felt Tuesday night: bummed that I left my phone on top of my friend's Beamer at which it was probably catapulted off during reckless driving and is now lost in the Russian abyss. But low and behold, the once dead phone resurfaced when the alarm clock started beeping from a folder pocket the next morning. Rushy (my phone) will never have a false death ever again.
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