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It’s the end of the world.

Because I lost my phone.

Well, technically speaking, I lost a phone. But what I lost actually far exceeds what the phone is worth. All my damn contacts, serveral blog entries I saved in my phone, the freedom to surf on the go, contactablility…. the list goes on and on.

What angers me most was that, everytime I find a phone or wallet, I make sure it is returned to it’s rightful owner – even if I have to take my own personal time to meet the owner at a desginated place.

However, whenever it was my turn to lose something, it never comes back.

Good guys die young. Really.




Time to go phone scouting the next book out.


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